Matança

Caboclo vine is climbing on the spindle
It's time for the Pinheiro to sway
To smell the bush, the Imburana
Rest, die of sleep in the shadow of the Barriguda
It's worth nothing so much effort from my song
To our surprise so much forest they will kill
Such Atlantic Forest and the next Amazon
Centennial groves impossible to replant
What a sad fate had the Cedar, our cousin
Since I was a child, I don't even like to talk
After so much suffering its destiny
Turned into a stool, table, chair, bar counter
Who by chance has heard of the Sucupira
It seems like a lie that the Jacarandá
Before becoming an armchair, door, wardrobe
Lives in the dictionary, eternal life, millennial

Who is alive today is in danger
And the enemies of the green give shade to the air
That is breathed and the chlorophyll
Of the destroyed virgin forests will remember
That when the time comes
It is certain that it won't take long
Don't call Our Lady
Only who can save us is

Caviuna, Cherry, Barauna
Imbuia, Pau-d'arco, Solva
Juazeiro and Jatobá
Gonçalo-Alves, Paraíba, Itaúba
Louro, Ipê, Paracaúba
Peroba, Massaranduba
Oak, Mahogany, Cinnamon, Imbuzeiro
Catuaba, Janaúba, Aroeira, Araribá
Pau-Ferro, Angico, Bitter, Gameleira
Andiroba, Copaiba, Brazilwood, Jequitibá