Quem disse que não somos nada

Who said we are nothing
And we have nothing to offer
Repair our open hands
Bringing the offerings of our living

The faith of the northeastern man
Who seeks a destiny and a piece of ground
The struggle of the oppressed people
That paves the way and transforms the nation
Oh, oh, oh, oh, receive Lord

Pieces of our history, beautiful victories that
My people have: Palmares, Caldeirão, Canudos
These are fights from yesterday and today too, oh, oh
Oh, oh, receive it Lord

Here we bring the blood seed of these people
That fertilizes the ground, of foreigners and so many
Santo farmers and workers in liberation
Oh, oh, oh, oh, receive Lord

Courage of those who give life be offered
With this wine and bread. It is a force that destroys
Death and change our luck is resurrection
Oh, oh, oh, oh receive Lord