This is a song about freedom, this is about Brazil
We are still accepting mirrors from the colonizers, but hope is not lost!
Hail, brave Brazilian people!
We dedicate this song to all people who died to make this country better

The mirrors are still working in times before the heal
Wonderful world of progress signs it's terminal deal
Third is the word to hide the world that's unfound
The tribes with hungry hearts feed the old

Czars of the modern state control soil and environment
Wasting all the time and hate, adjust our minds for confinement
Czars of the modern state sentence of the final judgment

Fall from heaven, we are the soldiers on command!
Our crimes are forgiven the cause has lost in sand!

Tribes refuse the mirrors and fight for existence
Progress deals it's weapons to defy resistance
World is the third to drop bullets against the tribes
Hungry hearts feed the old who is still smashing their lives

Old world still smashing their lives
Hypnosis against the tribes