Mil Faces de Um Homem Leal (Marighella)

Ready for your general
A thousand faces of a loyal man
Ready for your general
A thousand faces of a loyal man

Protector of the crowds
Incarnations of famous hustlers
With brilliant minds
Gathered in the sky
The fate of a faithful one, if heaven is what God wants
Fulfilled, it is what it is, that's how it was written
Martyr, Myth or Cursed dreamer
Outlaw of my color
A new messiah
Whether the people rule or not
If few could read
And I die in vain
Foolish and crazy without knowing
Things of Brazil, superhero, mixed race
Defender of the weak, born thief
Listen, it's a photo and it's a fact of cruel plans
Thirty Pharisees plot against Moses, you feel me?
React to the reverse, be the target of envy, brother
The corner reveals the fate of a rebel, oh my
Who dared to fight, honored the race
Honored the cause he adopted
Applause is for the few
Revolution in Brazil has a name
See the man
I know he was a man too
The image and the gesture
Fight for love
Indigestible like the ambassador's kidnapping

The rest is flowers, if there's a party I'm in
I ask, read my verses, and the protest is a show
Pay attention that excess success is a dog
That dares to fight, hunger screams horribly
To every insensitive ear that avoids listening
Believes in fighting, how much does it cost to call?
City calls life that fades for those who love
Who cries for help, who will hear?
Children, old folks, and dogs without fear
Clara my eternal love, heal my pains
So I don't say I didn't talk about the flowers

From Bahia of São Salvador Brazil
Capoeira kills one, kills a thousand, because
It made me skillful like a dog
Wise like a monk
Anti-reflection from afar
A complex man, yes
I confess I wanted
To see David kill Goliath
In the thickets and gates
Alleyways and lanes
Slums and favelas
I want to see you change as equals
Climb the steps, precipice
Oh, tough life, oh happy people

Who dances samba stays
Who doesn't dance, sways
Here comes, cheers to everyone from the mansion of the bamba
You can't make a revolution without a gun in hand
Without justice, there's no peace, it's slavery

Revolution in Brazil has a name

Carlos Marighela

Ready for your general
A thousand faces of a loyal man
Ready for your general
A thousand faces of a loyal man

Marighella

Tonight in São Paulo an angel will die
For me, for you, for having the courage to speak up