Samba-Enredo 2020 - A Verdade Vos Fará Livre

Lord, have mercy
Look upon the land
See how much wickedness
Lord, have mercy
Look upon the land
See how much wickedness

Mangueira
Samba, your samba is like a prayer
For the strength it holds
Mangueira
They will invent a thousand sins for you
But I am on your side
And on the side of samba too

I am from the First Station of Nazareth
Black face, Indian blood, woman's body
Streetwise kid in the hot hole
My name is Jesus of the People

I was born with an open chest, clenched fist
My father a carpenter, unemployed
My mother is Maria of the Sorrows Brazil

I wipe the sweat of those going up and down the hill
I find myself in love that knows no borders
Look for me in the ranks against oppression
And in the gaze of the flag-bearer for your pavilion
And in the gaze of the flag-bearer for your pavilion

I'm hanging on
In cords and hunchbacks
But did the whole people understand my message?
Because, once again, they riddled my body
The prophets of intolerance
Without knowing that hope
Shines brighter in the darkness

Favela, get the vision
There's no future without sharing
No messiah with a gun in hand
Favela, get the vision
I have faith in my people
Who are the seed of their land

From heaven, I could hear
The syncopated lament of the city
I roasted the drum, turned the cross into splendor
And rose again for the freedom parade

Mangueira
Samba, your samba is like a prayer
For the strength it holds
Mangueira
They will invent a thousand sins for you
But I am on your side
And on the side of samba too

I am from the First Station of Nazareth
Black face, Indian blood, woman's body
Streetwise kid in the hot hole
My name is Jesus of the People

I was born with an open chest, clenched fist
My father a carpenter, unemployed
My mother is Maria of the Sorrows Brazil

I wipe the sweat of those going up and down the hill
I find myself in love that knows no borders
Look for me in the ranks against oppression
And in the gaze of the flag-bearer for your pavilion
And in the gaze of the flag-bearer for your pavilion

I'm hanging on
In cords and hunchbacks
But did the whole people understand my message?
Because, once again, they riddled my body
The prophets of intolerance
Without knowing that hope
Shines brighter in the darkness

Favela, get the vision
There's no future without sharing
No messiah with a gun in hand
Favela, get the vision
I have faith in my people
Who are the seed of their land

From heaven, I could hear
The syncopated lament of the city
I roasted the drum, turned the cross into splendor
And rose again for the freedom parade

Mangueira
Samba, your samba is like a prayer
For the strength it holds
Mangueira
They will invent a thousand sins for you
But I am on your side
And on the side of samba too

Mangueira
Samba, your samba is like a prayer
For the strength it holds
Mangueira
They will invent a thousand sins for you
But I am on your side
And on the side of samba too

Mangueira
Samba, your samba is like a prayer
For the strength it holds
Mangueira
They will invent a thousand sins for you
But I am on your side
And on the side of samba too

Mangueira
Samba, your samba is like a prayer
For the strength it holds
Mangueira
They will invent a thousand sins for you
But I am on your side
And on the side of samba too