Volte Para o Seu Lar [English translation]

Here in this house nobody wants your politeness

On the days when there's food, we eat it with our hand

And when the police, the disease, the distance or any discussion

Separate us from a brother

We feel that heartaches never stop fitting into our hearts

But we don't cry in vain

We don't cry in vain

Here on this tribe nobody wants your catechization

We speak your language but we don't get your point

We laught out loud, we drink and we curse people

But we don't smile in vain

We don't smile in vain

Here on this boat nobody wants your guidance

We have no perspective, but the wind gives us guidance

Life that goes adrift is our conduction

But we don't walk in vain

We don't walk in vain

Go back to your home

Go back there.