Cirilo

The sun came up on a winter morning
A reason to forget about hell
About that silence and indifference at school
There was no remedy for the teacher's scolding
What bad luck Cirilo had
Because he was mixed, nobody wanted him

María Joaquina, a fun girl
Blue eyes, full of melancholy
Regretting those past times
And without thinking, she’s all alone now
And she still hasn’t forgotten about black Cirilo
When we were kids
What a shame, racism

Black Cirilo goes off calmly to dance the samba that I bring him
Time has passed and he’s forgotten about school and discrimination
What would Mandela say about those schools that promote division?
We are one race, we are human, to hell with barriers and division