O Cristo Dos Seringais

In the dense forest goes a traveler
Christ Rubberman, cutting rubber
And cuts safely. The calloused hand
Of the beloved plant makes life arise

And comes Hope, may calm come
May sweat not be exploited on the scale

In the dark woods, a peaceful man
The Christ of the woods, tapping rubber
And harvests the future. Mother Nature
Gives him the certainty: The child will grow

And comes Hope, may change come
And man rebuild with God, alliance

In a hut someone well-tanned
The suffering Christ, making rubber
And makes progress. Builds wealth
Beauty and greatness for another to live

And comes Hope, may the dance arise
Of people alike, similar children

Goes a traveler, a peaceful man
Someone well-tanned, lost in the street
Was plundered. From the beloved forest
No longer has shelter. It's just suffering

The scale was stolen. There was no alliance
And the dance child is still hope