Cacimba de Mágoa (feat. Falamansa)

The backlands will turn into sea
It's the sea turning into mud
Bitter taste of Rio Doce
From Regência to Mariana

Mariana, Marina, Maria, Márcia, Mercedes, Marília
How many families thirsty, how many empty pots?
How many fishermen without nets and boats?
How many people suffering, how many people?

How many people aimless like boats without oars
Like fishermen without lines and hooks?
How many unlucky people, how many hungry people?
How many nameless people, how many voiceless people?

Adriano, Diego, Pedro, Marcelo, José
Whose body is that, who is that body?
Is it Tião's, is it Léo's, is it João's, whose is it?
It's just another nobody, just another dead

Died under the mud, died under the train?
He was someone's son, and had a child and a wife?
No one wants to know that, no one cares
It seems like these people are born dead

And for those who look from afar always passing over
It seems like these people have no value
They are so small and weak, lying in beds and stretchers
Surviving, feeling sadness and pain

Whoever has never seen luck thinks it will never come
And fills the well of sorrow
Today hug me tight, cut this evil, plant good
Turn tears into water

The backlands will turn into sea
It's the sea turning into mud
Bitter taste of Rio Doce
From Regência to Mariana

The backlands will turn into sea
It's the sea turning into mud
Bitter taste of Rio Doce
From Regência to Mariana

Who looks from above, on TV in seconds
Sometimes sees everyone, but doesn't see anyone
And doesn't see the nobility of those who have little, but love
Of those who defend what they love and value what they have

Antônio, Kátia, Rodrigo, Maurício, Flávia and Taís
Work like ants, have a happy life
They know the value of friendship and purity
Of nature and water, source of life

They know the animals and plants and like the rooster that crows
They get up every day with energy and head held high
But here comes the mud and neglect, without ceremony
Poisoning the future and the present

As it has been done since forever in the Amazon
On our beaches and rivers with impunity

But the poison and delay, disguised as progress
That rots our source and our mouth
Doesn't make us take our eyes off the horizon
Nor pollutes the hope that arises within us

It's when we wipe away the tears on our face and move on
Persistent like turtles and whales
And in this mud a flower is born that we water
With the love that runs inside the blood, in our veins

Whoever has never seen luck thinks it will never come
And fills the well of sorrow
Today hug me tight, cut this evil, plant good
Turn tears into water

The backlands will turn into sea
It's the sea turning into mud
Bitter taste of Rio Doce
From Regência to Mariana

The backlands will turn into sea
It's the sea turning into mud
Bitter taste of Rio Doce
From Regência to Mariana

The backlands will turn into sea (the backlands turning into sea)
It's the sea turning into mud (the sea turning into mud)
Bitter taste of Rio Doce (from the mud a flower is born)
From Regência to Mariana (lots of strength, lots of luck)

The backlands will turn into sea (more justice, more love)
It's the sea turning into mud
Bitter taste of Rio Doce
From Regência to Mariana

The backlands will turn into sea
It's the sea turning into mud