Mãos Vermelhas
Kaê Guajajara
Red Hands
Tell me what do you fight for?
What air do you breathe, if not my breath?
What food do you eat, if not what I give?
Open your mind before your mouth
It's the Brazil that no one sees
Tick, tock, tick, tock
Agro is not tech
It's not pop and it also kills
They wear pink or blue
With hands stained in red
I see my children wondering
If you kill them or if they kill themselves
If you kill them
Or if they kill first
You don't know
No one saw
But it's engraved in my memory
Caught in the lasso and you know the story
They legalize genocide
Call them mixed to whiten
Weaken and destabilize you
So you don't know where you came from
And tell the story of the great-grandma, of your great-grandma who was indigenous
And is not white, nor black
Not indigenous enough, by the ID inspectors
No one is illegal on stolen land
I'm reborn from the ashes of the fire
In which they burned my ancestors
We still resist in so many shades and experiences
