Canto das Três Raças

Nobody listened
A sob of pain
In the corner of Brazil

A sad lament
It always echoed
Since the Indian warrior
Went to captivity
And from there he sang

Negro intoned
A song of revolt in the air
In Quilombo dos Palmares
Where did he take refuge
Apart from the fight of the Inconfidentes
By breaking the chains
Nothing helped

And from war to peace
From peace to war
All the people of this land
When can you sing
Sings of pain

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

And it echoes night and day
It's deafening
Oh, what agony
The worker's corner
This song that should
Be a song of joy
It just sounds
Like a sob of pain

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh