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Nobody listened A sob of pain The singing of Brazil A sad lament Always echoed Since the Indian warrior Went into captivity And there sang Black sang A sing of revolt in the air In the Quilombo dos Palmares Where he took refuge Excluding the struggle of Inconfidentes By breaking the chains Nothing worked And from war to peace from peace to war All the people of this land When they can sing They sing of pain And echoes day and night Is deafening Ah, but that agony The singing of the worker This should Being a sing for joy Sounds just As a sob of pain
xoxsaraxox added this comment 2010-03-31 02:14:10-05:00
Amazing :) Great glog...luv it!^^
xoxsaraxox added this comment 2010-03-31 02:14:10-05:00
Amazing :) Great glog...luv it!^^