Índio do Brasil

I am a canoe in these waters
I am the sap of these forests
And the flutter of a hummingbird's wings!

I lived in complete harmony with nature
But one sad day, the invading white man
Stepped on my sacred land
Fading the green of the forests
Mining the bed of these rivers
Five centuries of exploitation have passed
But the resistance still pulses in my heart

In the Marajoara pottery, in the Sateré paddle
In the Ka'apor featherwork, in the Kadiwéu painting
(In the muiraquitã of the Icamiaba)

In the Makú blowgun, in the Mundurukú bow
In the Tupinambá mantle, in the Kamayurá arrow
In the Dessana prayer

Sing, Indian of Brazil
Sing, Indian of Brazil

Anauê Nhandevá, anauê hei, hei, hei!
(Anauê Nhandevá)

You are the gentle mother of the sons of this land, beloved homeland Brazil