Saga Da Amazônia

Once upon a time in the AMAZON, the most beautiful forest
Green forest, blue sky, the largest forest
In the depths of the water the IARAS, caboclo legends and sorrows
And the rivers pulling the waters

PARROTS, PARAKEETS, taking care of their colors
Fish sailing the rivers, Curumins full of love
JURUPARI smiled, URAPURU, its future
It was: FAUNA, FLORA, FRUITS AND FLOWERS

Every forest has a caipora to watch over it
A caipora came from outside to make the forest wither
And brought the IRON DRAGON, to eat a lot of wood
And brought in giant style, to end the capoeira.

They quickly made the project without anyone witnessing
For the dragon to cut wood and bring down the entire forest:
If the forest, my friend, had legs to walk
I guarantee you, my friend, with danger it wouldn't have stayed there.

What is cut in seconds takes time to avenge
And the fruit that grows in clusters for us to eat??
Then there's the bird, the nest, the air
ICARAPÉ, downstream, there's a stream and this river that is a sea.

But the DRAGON continues to devour the forest
And who lives in this forest, where will they move to??
Run INDIAN, RUBBER TAPPER, SLOTH, ANTEATER
TURTLE, swift foot, hurry-hurry KAMAIURA TRIBE

In the place where there was forest, today there is persecution
Land grabber kills squatter just to steal his land
Chestnut gatherer, rubber tapper have even become peons
Besides those who have already died like migratory birds
Zé da Nana is proof, in that place there are graves
People buried in the ground:

For they killed the Indian who killed the land grabber who killed the squatter
Said a chestnut gatherer to a rubber tapper that a foreigner
Stole his place

Then a guitarist arrived in the region
He was so moved and wrote this song
And perhaps, desperate with so much devastation
He took the first road aimlessly, directionless
With eyes full of water, disappeared carrying this sorrow
Inside his heart.

Here ends this story for people of value
For people who have memory, much belief, much love
To defend what still remains without detours, without edges
ONCE UPON A TIME THERE WAS A FOREST ON THE EQUATOR.