(Μετάφραση από τα Βραζιλιάνικα)
It was said that democracy
Was like a hidden treasure
But now that it has been found
We have all opened our eyes
And each one, relying on his judgement,
Confidently declared that what was round was in fact square,
And went to work, with a great many theories,
To prove that he was right
And Manuel became Mary
Wolves became lambs,
While others used magic
To turn rum into wine.
Lies became our daily lot
And truth went backstage
We all became accustomed to hiding ourselves
Behind verbal diarrhoea tainted with demagogy?
Henceforth, simplicity prevails
And no-one listens to the advice of others
No point in giving any, no-one would listen anyway!
This is the world we are growing up in.
The majority is satisfied,
Happily paddling in its democracy.
Today’s rumours have no tomorrow,
When you have known pleasure, death is no longer truly frightening.
The English came to occupy their land,
São Francisco became a livelier place,
I want to see Monsieur Jean opposite,
Laughing with his friend.
Pépé Lópi has been forgotten
Diogo Gomes has been brought up to date,
Craveiro Lopes has been exhumed,
As for Inacia Gomes, no-one knows her any longer.
The time will come when old Náxu’s opinions
Will not be held in higher esteem than those of a babe in arms.
People will come together and cry: enough!