A Hora do Brasil

I get tired of seeing evil in the middle of the street
Those who earn a living from those who lose theirs
It's people who want evil for people who do good
They are people of dignity who live in fear of those who do not have it

They said they were poor things, gagged by censorship
Now, they parade on newsstands and print the dictatorship itself
Poor you, Bethsaida!
Woe to you Chorazin!
From this throat of ours, the judgment of your end will come

Even before every war, before I was even born
In the beginning was the word, and the word was God

I know that I will live
And one day I will see
My country at Your feet, God
I know that I will live
And one day I will see
My country at Your feet

The third grade "C", of elementary school
Another seminar begins, reciting this joke
The man of the modern world, so capable, so global
Went back to the stone age, or went back to Neanderthal

I haven't gone crazy yet, my brain lives in peace
I don't need to learn who I am from the poor pages of newspapers
I preach, I sing, I praise, I become hoarse from prophesying, as long as I have breath
As long as I breathe

Now freedom is all I want to live for
He took me from the jail, to the Holy house of rock!

I know that I will live
And one day I will see
My country at Your feet, God
I know that I will live
And one day I will see
My country at Your feet