Minha Gente

Brother, they keep asking me
Who my people are, what they feel
What my whole name is...

Brother, I lack the will
To give so many explanations
To those who understand nothing
To those who understand nothing

That's why I sing, talking about my sorrow
Crying my pain
Which, even though no one believes
Is clear as water
Which, even though no one believes, is clear...

Who finds me so different
Who always asks what my heart feels
It's because they don't read and don't see my heart
To these people, my brother
I respond with a curse word...

My people are open people
United people, right people
We are kings, we are prophets
We are wise and poets...