Tejedores de Ilusión

Weavers of illusion, communicators
Weave large bandages to hide
The stagnant reality in which we live
A sad dignity

A new day will come that we will sing
Chararira, chararirarau

Emotion blockers, preachers
Speak of moral crisis
They care so much about their customs
And your sorrow grows
And our life remains the same

A new day will come that we will sing
Chararira, chararirarau
A new day will come that we will dance
Chararira, chararirarau
Eh, eh, ehh
That we will sing
Chararira, chararirarau

They care so much about their customs
And your sorrow grows
They care so much about their customs
And your sorrow and life remain the same
Life remains the same
Life remains the same