Índio criança
Turma da Mônica
Indian child
Little Indian will grow up,
turn into a brave Indian.
Inside him always lives
the innocent little Indian.
Indian child, child Indian...
Doesn't hold grudges, nor hope.
Lives the present, breathes the air,
gets wet in the water,
dries in the sun in the forest
and gathers with the other Indians
for the big party.
Indian child, child Indian...
Happiness is freedom.
Loose he sings, free he dances,
Indian child, child Indian.
Seeing in the Indian the transparency,
the white man becomes aware
that he lost his innocence.
Indian child, child Indian...
Indian child, child Indian...
Indian child, child Indian...
Indian child, child Indian...
