A de Ó (Estamos Chegando)

We are coming from the depths of the earth,
we are coming from the womb of the night,
from the flesh of the whip we are,
we came to remind.

We are coming from the death of the seas,
we are coming from the murky basements,
heirs of longing we are,
we came to cry.

We are coming from the black rosaries,
we are coming from our temples,
from the cursed saints we are,
we came to pray.

We are coming from the workshop floor,
we are coming from the sound and shapes,
the denied art that we are,
we came to create.

We are coming from the depths of fear,
we are coming from the silent chains,
we are a long lament,
we came to praise.

A OF O

We are coming from the rivers of stoves,
we are coming from the poor brothels,
the sold flesh that we are,
we came to love.

We are coming from the old slave quarters,
we are coming from the new slums,
from the edges of the world we are,
we came to dance.

We are coming from the big stadiums,
we are coming from the samba school,
dancing the revolt we arrive,
we came to sway.

A OF O

We are coming from the womb of Minas,
we are coming from the sad huts,
the silenced screams we are,
we came to demand.

We are coming from the cross of the mills,
we are bleeding the baptismal cross,
branded with iron we were,
we came to shout.

We are coming from the hilltops,
we are coming from the law of the lowlands,
from the nameless graves we arrive,
we came to plead.

We are coming from the ground of the quilombos,
we are arriving in the sound of drums,
we are the New Palmares,
we came to fight.

A OF O