Ecos do Ão

Burst in the Febem rebellion
One comes with a hostage and a machete
The worried mother quickly shouts: No!
And clings her hands to the gate

Here in the total chaos of the asshole of the dog world
Such poverty, such decay
That our destiny and direction
Are a riddle, a question mark

Echoes of the ão

And, if all we have is disappointment
Collapse, lapse, abduction, corruption?
And more misfortune, more degradation?
Concentration, poor distribution?

So our contribution
Is nothing but a song, consolation?
Will there be no salvation then?
No, no, no, no, no

Echoes of the ão

To transcend the dense dimension
Of immense sorrow then, only then
To go beyond the pain of the condition
From hell and heaven our contradiction

We have to do it precisely
Between project and dream the distinction
To dream finally without illusion
The luminous dream of reason

Echoes of the ão

And if all we have is humiliation
Impossibility of ascension
A feeling of disillusionment
And fantasies of compensation

It's just ruin, everything under construction
And the vast jungle, only devastation
Will there be no salvation then?
No, no, no, no, no

Echoes of the ão

Because we are not just intuition
Nor just flip-flops, feet on the ground
We have violence and perversion
But we have talent and invention

Desires for beauty in abundance
Ideas in the head, heart
The simplicity and sophistication
The cry, the bossa nova, the samba and the guitar

Echoes of the ão

But, if we have plans, and they are
The end of hunger and defamation
Why not put them into action?
Let this be now the inauguration
Of our new civilization
So unique like our ão
And may our dreams of nation
Be beautiful, free, luminous

Echoes of the ão
Echoes of the ão