Unankiê

Unankiê, unankiê, unankiê, ê, hê
Unankiê, unankiê, unankiê, ê, hê
Oh, oh, oh

My river crying in pain
In an almost silent cry
Wounded in its bed by the white invader

The forest silently complains
The land wounded in the womb
They exposed your ground

Greed broke the bosom of the jungle
And they took the gold that is yours

And the warrior of the sacred village
Warrior of the Tupi tribe, banished from the nation
Leaves bleeding from the great battle
Falls wounded on the ground, oh, oh, oh

My people cry, my land cries
My nation cries
The Inca cries, the Omágua cries
Parintintin cries, oh, oh, oh

Yanomami launched
Their arrows, a-ha!
Yanomami their war cry
Explodes in the air, hey!
Heia, heia, heia, heia, heia