Cemitério

Jerosy Puku
I'm here to expose
What is the truth
They kill us, natives
With rifles and guns
Everybody sees it, but no one cares
But this goes to whoever cares
We have no future
No home, no school
We live in improvised shacks
By the roadside
With a growling stomach
And no strength to help the others
No land to plant
There’s nothing to lean on
So we can stand up

This is the tough reality of the Guarani and Kaiowá people
Whose children have already lost hope of being able to play again
Because they worry about the land claims
Our relatives see their siblings
Inside a coffin
They kill the natives because they are moved by their own ambition
Welcome to this State where the Avá are slaughtered, stepped and mistreated

Mato Grosso do Sul (MS) state is made of a pile of Guarani-Kaiowá people’s corpses
Mato Grosso do Sul (MS) state is made of a pile of Guarani-Kaiowá people’s corpses

Wretched criminal, bastard in a suit and tie
You’ve decimated my people
We are sons and daughters of this land
Karai, this decimation!
So, what they brought here, we received
We received and passed it on

Speaking the truth of the Guarani and Kaiowá you’ve hidden
So no one would know the truth
So much suffering, so much humiliation we’ve been through
Killing our leaders just for ambition
There’s no justice to assassin farmer, you got away with it
You’ve been mistreated by society, I can tell by this lady’s eyes
Racism and prejudice
We’re reclaiming our rights and land, but they call it invasion
Between then and now, unload the ammo! Ammo! Ammo!

Mato Grosso do Sul (MS) state is made of a pile of Guarani-Kaiowá people’s corpses
Mato Grosso do Sul (MS) state is made of a pile of Guarani-Kaiowá people’s corpses