The Sun makes the colors fade
The Sun gives the blacks color
The Sun hits the scents
The Sun makes the shadows move
The rain falls over the roofs
Over the roofing tiles
And gives a meaning to the leaks
The rain makes the puddle live
And the blacks gather the clothes
The white people's music is black
The skin of the black people is black
The black people's teeth are white
The white people are just white
The black people have a deep color
For the whites, there are blame and punishment
For the blacks, there are the saints
The black people in the kitchen
The white people in the living room
The waltz in the alcove
The salsa in the slave house
The white people's music is black
The skin of the black people is black
The black people's teeth are white
The white people are just white
The blacks' skin is blue
The whites' gets red with tanning
And the black people don't
The blacks get "white" with scare
The black people are just black
The white people are Trojan
The black people aren't Greek
The black people aren't white
The black people's eyes are black
The white people's eyes might be black
The eyes, the zippers, the hair
The white people, the black people and the desire
The white people's music is black
The black people's skin is black
The black people's teeth are white
The white people's music
The black people's music
The music of the speech
The dance of the hips
The way the Mulatto women walk
"Look to this woman walking"
The white people's music is black
The black people's skin is black
The black people's teeth are white
I take a closer look into Brazil and I don't understand anything