Os Índios da Meia-praia

Meia-Praia Village, right near Lagos
I'll make you a song the best I know and do

From Monte Gordo they came, some on their own feet
One arrived by bicycle, another went in reverse

When your eyes stumble upon the flight of a seagull
Instead of fish, see pieces of gold falling in the fish market

Whoever comes to live here, don't bring a table or bed
With seven feet of land, a hut is built

You work all year, at the fish market they leave you speechless
They suck you to the marrow, take your scalp

If only people had the courage of Agostinho
To feed the sign of strangling the bourgeoisie

Goodbye said to Monte Gordo, nothing holds him to the past
But nothing holds him to the present if he's the only one deceived

Eight thousand hours counted, they worked meticulously
Until the first authenticated document came

There were women and children, each with their brick
This was an orchestra, anyone who says otherwise is foolish

And if the bad tongues don't stop, I wouldn't leave here alive
Because nothing erases the nobility of the Indians of Meia-Praia

Your figure was always a shark of a thousand shavings
You leave everything hanging when you notice the prey

From the finished elections with the predicted result
Came out what you've seen, many works halted

But not by their own will because the fight continues
For their history is theirs and the people took to the streets

High finance bosses make everything go backwards
They say the world only moves forward with a foreman ahead

There were women and children, each with their brick
This was an orchestra, anyone who says otherwise is foolish

And it's all about paperwork in the back and forth of ministries
But they'll run away screaming while the band is still on the road