Livre Serás
Euclides da Lomba
You Will Be Free
With your bare feet, I met a boy
He called me sir, and I was surprised
His hands outstretched, asking for change
'Cause he was hungry
He asked me for a dime
Called me sir, and I was surprised
I lifted his face in my hands, a tear fell
He said don’t worry, and a tear of sweat
From whole lives given, and shoes of a thousand colors
But little by little they turn into cash
The sacrifice of the poor, seeing the sir
You will live happy
And you won’t die
And someday
You will be free
He told me a story, about his shack
Where many boys are just like him
Where misery suffocates people
Mothers die
Their children die
They die of hunger, just like him
You will live happy
And you won’t die
And someday
You will be free (6x)