Barroca Zona Sul 2023

Night has fallen!
In the green that shelters my village
I lament to the splendor of the full moon
Dawned! The malice of the Carcará
Awakens the Mbayá fury
Shaman evokes my ancestors
Who dared to destroy the peace
It's a gust from overseas
Listen, to the nature that manifests
The heart is a bow, the mind is an arrow
To be free is the law of my place

Auê auê, guaicuru calls for war
I am the scream that frightens the forest
Auê auê, guaicuru has no master
Riding into the woods
Facing the invader

Tears flow from my face
Painted with pain and betrayal
Page of forgotten history
Hidden in the eyes of each brother
Brazil, my child country
The past did not make me servile
I call to the forest knight
True son of this gentle motherland
I will preserve my aracê
My people are Kadiwéu sentinels

In the wetlands shall shine
The green of the forests, the blue of the sky

The soul's tears extinguish this flame
It's the light of Iara, Tupã, and Caaporã
Owner of the land is the guaicuru phalanx
Barroca is resistance for a new tomorrow