Coro da Primavera

Cover yourself, scoundrel
In the shroud
Today the king goes naked
The old tyrants
From a thousand years ago
Die like you
Open a trench
Companion
Lie on the ground
Always in front of you
You saw people
Of another condition

Rise, oh Summer Sun
We are your singers
Of the morning song
The rumors are already heard
The cries are already heard
The drums are already heard

Free yourself from fear
That soon
The Sun will burn
And you, comrade
Be on guard
They will kill you
Come, peasant women
Reapers
From this blooming field
Come entwined
Hand in hand
Sow love

Rise, oh Summer Sun
We are your singers
Of the morning song
The rumors are already heard
The cries are already heard
The drums are already heard

Let the high tide come
Of an idea
To push us
Just one thought
In the moment
To awaken us
Come on, another arm
And another arm
Lead us, brother
Our hunger always
Consumes us
Give me your hand
Rise, oh Summer Sun
We are your singers
Of the morning song
The rumors are already heard
The cries are already heard
The drums are already heard