Diáspora [English translation]

The storm is calm

Those who dared face these seas yesterday

Perished

And those who shivered for a love

And that waited for destiny to fall from heavens live

We crossed the Aegean sea

The boat was full of pharisees

With Cubans, Syrians, gypsies

Like the Romans, without a Coliseum

We crossed to the other side

In the Red River of the sacred sea

The shopping centers crowed with

Migrants1, refugees

You, where are you?

Where are you?

Where are you?

Where is

My brother

Without a sister

My fatherless child

My mother

Without a grandmother

Giving someone a hand

Without a place

To be

The boys feel no peace

Where are you

My Lord

Where are you?

Where are you?

Lord

Oh, Lord, where are you

You don't answer

In which world

On which star

Are you hiding

Covering in the skies

Two thousand years ago I shouted to you

Since then this shout runs around the universe in vain

Where are you, my Lord?

We crossed the Aegean sea

The boat was full of pharisees

With Cubans, Syrians, gypsies

Like the Romans, without a Coliseum

We crossed to the other side

Of the Red River of the sacred sea

The shopping centers crowed with

Migrants1, refugees

You, where are you?

Where are you?

Where are you?

Where are you?

Where are you?

Where is

My brother

Without a sister

My fatherless child

My mother

Without a grandmother

Giving someone a hand

Without a place

To be

The boys feel no peace

Where are you

My Lord

Where are you?

Where are you?

Where are you?

Where are you?

Where are you?

Where are you?

Where are you?

Where are you?

1. a. b. In Brazil, 'retirante' is someone who leaves the poor lands of the Northeast to try for a better life in richer regions