Cataclisma

There is no believer without doubt
Nor atheist without faith
There is no poor person without debt
There is no rich person who has what they want

Since the Supreme created
This world has no way out
Love is dying on earth
Bathing every ground in blood

A knife pointed at the chest
A spear, a whip in hand
The frenzy of prejudice
Brother killing brother

Some people have no land
Some people have too much land
Some people make war
Killing in the name of peace

Odudua
Order Obatalá
To sow peace on earth
For this world to improve

The day this suffering
Asks for a ransom of pain
If blood will be the food
Let it be in the name of love

The knife that wounded the chest
Will no longer be in action
Being black won't be a flaw
The white will be your brother

Land owned by a few
Will belong to everyone
Man will be the patron
Of everything he cultivates