Canto das Três Raças
Clara Nunes
Song of the Three Races
No one heard
A sob of pain
In the song of Brazil
A sad lament
Has always echoed
Since the warrior Indian
Was taken to captivity
And sang from there
The Black man sang
A song of revolt through the air
In the Quilombo of Palmares
Where he took refuge
Besides the struggle of the Conspirators
For the breaking of chains
It was all in vain
And from war to peace
From peace to war
All the people of this land
When they can sing
They sing of pain
And it echoes night and day
It's deafening
Oh, what agony
The song of the worker
This song that should
Be a song of joy
Sounds only
Like a sob of pain
