Mil Sóis
Darvin
A Thousand Suns
A black Palestinian
Was a Jew from the ghetto
His name was Jesus
Nailed to a cross
The poor and the beggars
Were his friends
Pray he doesn’t come back
And you don’t burn
In the fire of a thousand suns
Dancing on the skeletons
Of the poor and the black
Of whores, trans folks, from the north of the land
They’re the millions of Cunhas
With so much foam in their mouths
It’s like a fountain
From the infernal gardens
That are waiting for you
Hatred in your heart
Look at Dimas on the mountaintop
There’s still forgiveness
At the end of the times that have already begun
And you will burn
In the fire of a thousand suns
