Filho da Pátria

I am what's left of the Amazon, the shattered colony
I am what remains of the deforested forest
The gold, the change, the everything and the nothing
The cafuzo and the caboclo, I am a bit of each
I am, hands on the hoe and feet in the fields
The inheritance left by devastating exploitation
Blessed land for planting
Bathed in rivers, forests in heat, black nagôs and ships
I am, caravels in caravans with bad faces
Pale faces with rifles bringing chaos
The slave quarters, the quilombo and the palace
Cabral, Dom Pedro and José Bonifácio
I am, the sugar mill owner and the lack of agrarian reform
I am what I have in my bank account
The failure of hereditary captaincies
Garrincha twisting defenders inside the area
A piece of the Treaty of Tordesillas
The hand that takes, but I am also the one who shares
I am the strength of these people
Who even without a leg still try to walk forward

I Am
I am Brazil, I am, the gentle motherland
The homeland that gave birth to you, that gave birth to you, I am Brazil
I am, the samba, the mulatto, the hip
I am, the price of silver so vile
I am, the one who kills in suit and tie
And without needing a rifle
I am, education hanging by a thread, I am
I am, the winter without cold
I am, I am Brazilian
A people heir of that April 22

I am an error that cannot be fixed
The open wound in raw flesh
A profitable discovery
I am Patativa, Tarsila do Amaral
Over 500 years of a social problem
The fate of black skin, one-legged, Pelé
Or resorting to a shotgun to get what you want
To not end up in the gutter like anyone else
Or in a drawer with a tag on the foot
I am an unhappy legacy, Machado de Assis
The locomotive of this crazy matrix
Descendants of Zulus and Zumbis, Harlot
With the habit of thinking this is Paris
And mocking the root, decimating Kaiowas, Guaranis
Kaiapós, Kariris are alone
The atrocious scar remains, neither Funai nor Green Peace
Oh my father, what have I done, forgive my country
Goes without peace directive, here lies the judge
Goes above the laws under the nose
My Brazil, you will see that a son of yours does not shy away from the fight
From no man's land, I am another son of the homeland

I am Brazil, I am the gentle motherland
The homeland that gave birth to you, that gave birth to you, I am Brazil
I am the hostile inequality, I am infant mortality
I am the default, incompetence, civil disobedience
I am indeed a dark portrait, I am a black man with an empty plate
I am intolerance, ignorance, promise unfulfilled