Pão da Igualdade (Se Calarem a Voz Dos Profetas)

If they silence the voice of the prophets
The stones will speak
If they close the few paths
A thousand trails will be born

The truth does not last long
In these too narrow margins
God created the infinite for life to always be more

It is Jesus, this bread of equality
We came to commune
With the suffering struggle of a people
Who want to have a voice, a turn, a place
To commune is to become a danger
We came to disturb
With faith and unity our steps will one day arrive

The Spirit is an incessant wind
That nothing can hold
It blows even in the absurd, which we do not want to see
The truth does not last long
In these too narrow margins
God created the infinite for life to always be more

At the feast banquet of a few
Only the rich sat down
Our God stands by the side of the poor
Gathering what is left
The truth does not last long
In these too narrow margins
God created the infinite for life to always be more

Power has roots in the sand
Time makes it fall
Unity is the rock that the people used to build
The truth does not last long
In these too narrow margins
God created the infinite for life to always be more