"The Indians of Meia Praia"
Aldeia da Meia Praia
Right there at the foot of Lagos
I'm going to make you a song
The best I know and do
From Montegordo came
Some on their own foot
One arrived on a bicycle
Another went in reverse
When your eyes stumble
In the flight of a seagull
Instead of fish you see pieces of gold
Falling into the auction
Whoever comes to live here
Do not bring a table or bed
With seven feet of earth
A hut is built
You work all year round
At the auction they leave you naked
They suck you down to the marrow
They take your scalp
I wish we had
br/>From Augustine to courage
To feed the anger
To choke the bourgeoisie
Goodbye he said to Montegordo
Nothing ties him to the bad past
But nothing ties him to present
If only he is the one deceived
Eight thousand hours counted
They worked according to precept
Until the first one came
Authenticated document
They were women and children
br/>Each one with their own brick
This was an orchestra here
anyone who says otherwise is a fool
And if the bad language doesn't stop
I live here, don't leave
For nothing erases nobility
Of the Indians of Meia-Praia
It was always your figure
Shark of a thousand shavings
You leave everything to chance
When you notice the prey
br/>The elections are over
The predicted result
What you have seen is out
Many works embargoed
But not by our own will
Because the fight continues
Because his story is his
And the people took to the streets
Managers of high finance
They make everything go backwards
They say the world only moves forward
Having ahead a foreman
There were women and children
Each with their own brick
This was an orchestra
Anyone who says otherwise is a fool
And plays paperwork
In the coming and going of ministries
But they will have to run away screaming
The band will still go on the road