Curumim Chama Cunhantã Que Eu Vou Contar (Todo Dia Era Dia De Índio)
Jorge Ben Jor
Curumim Calls Cunhantã That I Will Tell (Every Day Was Indian Day)
Jês, Kariris, Karajás, Tukanos, Caraíbas
Makus, Nambikwaras, Tupis, Bororós
Guaranis, Kaiowa, Ñandeva, YemiKruia
Yanomá, Waurá, Kamayurá, Iawalapiti, Suyá
Txikão, Txu-Karramãe, Xokren, Xikrin, Krahô
Ramkokamenkrá, Suyá
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Curumim calls cunhantã that I will tell
Cunhantã calls curumim that I will tell
Curumim, cunhantã
Cunhantã, curumim
Before men stepped here
In the rich and fertile lands of Brazil
That were populated and loved by millions of Indians
Real happy owners
Of the land of Brazilwood
For every day, every hour, was Indian day
For every day, every hour, was Indian day
But now they only have one day
The nineteenth of April
But now they only have one day
The nineteenth of April
Lovers of purity and nature
They are truly incapable
Of mistreating females
Or polluting the river, the sky, and the sea
Protecting the ecological balance
Of the land, fauna, and flora
For in their history, the Indian
Is the purest
Most perfect, most beautiful example
Along with the harmony of brotherhood
And joy
The joy of living
The joy of loving
But now, however
Their war chant
Is a cry of an innocent race
That was once very happy
For in the past
Every day, every hour, was Indian day
Every day, every hour, was Indian day
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Jês, Kariris, Karajás, Tukanos, Caraíbas
Makus, Nambikwaras, Tupis, Bororós
Guaranis, Kaiowa, Ñandeva, YemiKruia
Yanomá, Waurá, Kamayurá, Iawalapiti, Suyá
Txikão, Txu-Karramãe, Xokren, Xikrin, Krahô
Ramkokamenkrá, Suyá
Every day, every hour, was Indian day
Every day, every hour, was Indian day
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Curumim, cunhatã
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Cunhatã, curumim
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Curumim, cunhatã
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Cunhatã, curumim
