Haiti (feat. Caetano Veloso)

(Caetano Veloso)
When you are invited to climb the steps
Of the Jorge Amado Foundation house
To see from above the line of soldiers, almost all black
Beating the backs of black scoundrels
Of mulatto thieves and others almost white
Treated as black
Just to show the others almost black
(And they are almost all black)
How blacks, poor and mulattos
And almost whites almost black from being so poor are treated
(Emicida)
And it doesn't matter if the eyes of the whole world
May be for a moment
(turned to the square)
Where the slaves were punished
And today a drumming, a drumming
With the purity of school uniformed boys
(On parade day)
And the epic grandeur of a people in formation
Attracts us, dazzles us and stimulates us
It doesn't matter at all:
Not the trace of the mansion
Not the lens of the fantastic,
Not Paul Simon's record
No one, no one is a citizen
If you go to the Pelourinho party, and if you don't
Think about Haiti, pray for Haiti

Haiti is here
Haiti is not here

I saw condominiums tearing through springs
At the command of those who speak of God and act like Satan
(One law) who can do less, cries more,
Runs from gas, fights, dies, while blood flows
It's our noble blood, covered by skin,
We're on the move, for better days, without lobbying
Hey, little one, don't cry
Cancerous TV,
Applauds a building on indigenous cemetery
Auschwitz or ghetto? Indian or black?
Same way brother, extermination
Report of a bad time, like Plínio
Alphaville was invasion, incriminate them
I shout like rifles, uzis, for Brazils
That come from below, like Machado de Assis
We still live like our parents Elis
How much is a human life worth, tell me?
So
If you go to the Pelourinho party, and if you don't
Think about Haiti, pray for Haiti

Haiti is here
Haiti is not here
Haiti is here
Haiti is not here