Etnia

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.