There once was
A black El Dorado in Brazil
It existed
Like a glow illuminated by freedom’s sun
Reflecting
A utopia of one for all and all for one
Quilombo
Everyone acting under the watchful eyes of the saints
Quilombo
Everyone washed with all the rivers of tears
Quilombo
Everyone had to fall, loving and struggling
Quilombo
Everyone of us longs for it still today
There was once
A black El Dorado in Brazil
That existed
Lived, struggled, fell, died, then lived again
Reappeared
A peacock so colourful, a carnival of my dreams
Reborn
Quilombo, now, yes, you and I