One day I asked:
Grandpa, where is God?
One day I asked:
Grandpa, where is God?
My grandpa got sad
and he didn’t say a word.
My grandpa died in the fields,
without a prayer nor confession.
And the Indians buried him,
just with reed flute and drum.
And the Indians buried him,
just with reed flute and drum.
Sometime later I asked:
Daddy, what do you know about God?
Sometime later I asked:
Daddy, what do you know about God?
My daddy got serious
and he didn’t say a word.
My father died in the mine
without a doctor nor protection.
The color of the miners blood
has the gold of the master!
The color of the miners blood
has the gold of the master!
My brother lives in the countryside
and he hasn’t seen a flower.
My brother lives in the mountains
and he hasn’t seen a flower.
Sweat, malaria and snakes
are the life of a woodcutter.
And as no one asks him
if he knows where is God:
Such an important man
didn’t passed by his house.
Such an important man
didn’t passed by his house.
I sing on the roads
and when I’m in prison,
I sing on the roads
and when I’m in prison
I hear the voices of the people
who sing better than I.
There’s a problem on the Earth,
more important than God,
there’s a problem on the Earth,
more important than God,
it’s that no one would spit blood
to make the other one live better,
it’s that no one would spit blood
to make the other one live better.
So what? Is God watching over the poor?
Maybe yes, but maybe not.
So what? Is God watching over the poor?
Maybe yes, but maybe not,
but it’s sure he eats dinner
at the master’s table,
but it’s sure he eats dinner
at the master’s table.