Saga da Amazônia
Vital Farias
Amazon Saga
Once upon a time in the Amazon, the most beautiful forest
Green forest, blue sky, the largest forest
In the depths of the water the Iaras, caboclo legends and sorrows
And the rivers pulling the waters
Parrots, parakeets, taking care of their colors
Fish sailing the rivers, full of love curumins
Jurupari smiled, uirapuru, its future
It was: Fauna, flora, fruits, and flowers
Every forest has a caipora to watch over it
Caipora came from outside to make the forest wither
And brought the iron dragon, to eat a lot of wood
And brought in giant style, to end the capoeira
They soon made the project without anyone witnessing
For the dragon to cut wood and bring down the entire forest
If the forest, my friend, had feet to walk
I guarantee you, my friend, with the danger it wouldn't have stayed there
What is cut in seconds takes time to avenge
And the fruit that grows on the bunch for us to eat?
Then there's the bird, the nest, the air
Igarapé, downstream river, stream, and this river that is a sea
But the dragon continues to devour the forest
And who lives in this forest, where will they move to???
Run Indian, rubber tapper, sloth, anteater
Turtle: Swift foot, hurry-hurry Kamaiura tribe
In the place where there was forest, today there is persecution
Land grabber kills squatter just to steal his land
Chestnut tree, rubber tapper have even become peons
Besides those who have already died like a migratory bird
Zé de Nana has proof, in that place there are graves
People buried in the ground
For they killed the Indian who killed the land grabber who killed the squatter
Said a chestnut tree to a rubber tapper that a foreigner
Stole his place
Then a guitarist arrived in the region
He was so moved that he wrote this song
And perhaps, desperate with so much devastation
He took the first road, aimlessly, directionless
With eyes full of water, disappeared carrying this sorrow
Inside his heart
Here ends this story for people of value
For people who have memory, much belief, much love
To defend what is still left, without detours, without edges
Once upon a time there was a forest on the Equator