Arrived on shores
Eyes full of hope,
Hoping to turn the page
To caress other skies.
Believing in a new knowledge
Give up to all your gods.
In the name of the wise, of our memory
I want to cry out to you!
Listen, listen
The history of your country
You be part
Listen, listen
What they taught us
All these songs that you carry within you.
Listen, listen
The history of your country
You are part of it
Listen, listen
The history of my country
Like the flame that we keep within ourselves.
You thought that a new language
Would erase traditions,
That your strength and your courage
Would make you one of their nation
But there is on our faces
The desire to n 'be not like them.
In the name of the wise, of our memory
I want to shout to you!
Listen, listen
The history of your country
You be part of it
Listen, listen
What they taught us
All these songs that you carry within you.
Listen, listen
The story of your country
You are part of it
Listen, listen
The history of my country
Like the flame that we keep within ourselves.
If you forget the words of the wise
Words of customs, words of the past
It is your soul which leaves in passing
And I want, I must cry out to you
Listen, listen
L the history of your country
You are part of it
Listen, listen
What they taught us
All these songs that you carry within you.
Listen, listen
The history of your country
You are part of it
Listen, listen
The history of my country
Like the flame that we keep within ourselves .