Canção da Floresta
Zé Ramalho
Forest Song
Trees fall, indigenous people die
Forests burn, no one sees
That the future is asking
For shade and won't have
Think of God, alert the world
So the forest won't die
Devastation is a monster
That tramples nature
These patches of burning
That we see today on it
Are wounds that men
Made on its body
Use your hands, change a plant
Water the ground, make an orchard
Listen to the bird's voice
The forest wants to cry
Nature is asking
For no one to assassinate it
When the cedars fall
It even gives the impression
That the cracks are moans
Seeking compassion
The hands of the wicked man
Who killed them without reason
But when God misses
A tree that has been cut
The man may seek
To blame the axe
Then God will ask
And by whom was it sharpened?
Fauna and flora are worth more
Than the value of gold
Nature is wild
But doesn't offend anyone
It is the mother of living beings
It needs to live too
Listen to the indigenous people, clean the rivers
Do God this favor
The forest is a stage for birds
A museum of dreams and flowers
Let's take care with affection
Of what God made with love
Use your hands, change a plant
Water the ground, make an orchard
Listen to the bird's voice
The forest wants to cry
Nature is asking
For no one to assassinate it
