Os Índios da Meia Praia

Village of Meia-Praia
Right there near Lagos
I will make you a song
The best I know and do
From Monte-Gordo they came
Some on their own feet
One arrived by bicycle
Another went in reverse
There were even those who extended
A hand to mother charity
To buy a ticket
For a stop in the city

Oh, sea, how hard you strive
Ungrateful fisherman
You worked night and day
To earn a penny
When your eyes stumble
On the flight of a seagull
Instead of fish, you see pieces
Of gold falling in the fish market

Whoever comes to live here
Don't bring a table or bed
With seven palms of land
A hut is built
A thatched hut
And long live the community

When people are united
Everything is done willingly
Everything is done willingly

But our voice is not enough
Only the sea benefits
Who takes advantage of us
You work all year
At the fish market they leave you speechless
They suck you to the marrow
They suck your scalp
If only we had
The courage of Agostinho
To feed the fury
To strangle the bourgeoisie
A friend says in distress
Little gain, much nonsense
I will build a house
Made of wood and stone
Goodbye said to Monte-Gordo
(Nothing holds him to the past)
But nothing holds him to the present
If only he is the deceived one
They stayed, stayed
Until one day a citizen
I don't know how or when
Housing came up
But whoever has calluses on their butt
And this is no secret
Is always suspicious
Hides behind the trees
Eight thousand hours counted
They worked diligently
Until the first
Authenticated document came
A check came in the mail
And some builder friends
Said the fisherman to himself
Only those who work are honored

Whoever comes to live here
Don't bring a table or bed
With seven palms of land
A hut is built
There were women and children
Each with their brick
This was an orchestra here
Anyone who says otherwise is foolish
And everyone interested
Collaborated diligently
Let's work hard
Said the boys
It's not enough to nail a nail
To have a new neighborhood
Only united we will win
Says a saying of the People
And if the bad tongue doesn't stop
I wouldn't leave here alive
Because nothing erases the nobility
Of the Indians of Meia-Praia

Who sees the tourist on the beach
To play roulette
Wear the black coat
Of the capitalist shark
Your figure has always been
Shark of a thousand shavings
Leaving everything hanging
When you notice the prey
After the elections ended
With the expected result
What you have seen has come out
Many works embargoed
But not by their own will
Because the fight continues
For it is his story
And the people took to the streets
High finance bosses
Make everything go backwards
They say the world only moves forward
With a foreman in front
And they deal with paperwork
In the back and forth of ministries
But they will run away screaming
While the band is still on the road
There were women and children
Each with their brick
This was an orchestra here
Anyone who says otherwise is foolish