Histórias Para Ninar Gente Grande
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Bedtime Stories for Grown-ups
Brazil, my dear
Let me tell you
The story that history doesn't tell
The opposite of the same place
In the fight we find ourselves
Brazil, my dengo
The hose arrived
With verses that the book erased
Since 1500
There is more invasion than discovery
There is black blood stepped on
Behind the framed hero
Women, tamoios, mulattoes
I want a country that is not in the picture
Brazil, your name is Dandara
Your face is like cariri
It didn't come from heaven
Not even from Isabel's hands
Freedom is a dragon in the sea of Aracati
Save the caboclos of July
Who was made of steel in the years of lead
Brazil, it's time
To listen to the Marias, Mahins, Marielles, Malês
Hose, removes dust from basements
Hey, make way for your warehouse heroes
Of Brazils, a country of Lecis is made, jamelões
The crowds are green and pink
