Etnia
Nação Zumbi
Ethnicity
We are all together a miscegenation
And we can't escape from our ethnicity
Indians, whites, blacks, and mestizos
Nothing wrong in their principles
Yours and mine are the same
It runs through the veins nonstop
Customs, folklore, tradition
Capoeira that tears up the ground
Samba coming from the rundown favela
It's hip hop in my embolada
It's the people in art
It's art in the people
And not the people in art
Of those who make art with the people
Behind something that hides
There's always a great mine of knowledge
and feelings
There are no mysteries in discovering
What you have and what you like
There are no mysteries in discovering
What you are and what you do
Psychedelic Maracatu
Heavy Capoeira
Bumba meu rádio
Electric berimbau
Frevo, Samba, and Colors
United colors and joy
Nothing wrong in our ethnicity.
