The hand which plays a guitar
Makes war if needed,
Kills the world, befails the earth.
The voice which sings a song
Sings a hymn if needed,
Praises death.
Guitar on a moonlit night
Is like a sword in the sertão
hope for vengeance.
The same foot that dances samba
Will fight if needed,
Capoeira.
The one who has the night as its mate
Knows that Peace has an end,
For her defense, it gets up
And shouts: I go!
Hand, guitar, song and sword
And moonlit guitar
Through country and city
Flag bearer, capoeira,
Singing while parading
Freedom.
The one who has the night as its mate
Knows that peace has an end,
For its defense, it get itself up
And shouts: I go!
Flag bearer, capoeira,
Singing while parading
Freedom
Freedom, freedom, freedom...