Silence is not the same
What to keep quiet
It is not the same to cross one's arms
That to extend a hand
And that's why I'm here?
Raising my voice to you
Driven by my feeling
I tell you in my singing
How sad I feel to see what happens
And we do not do anything
And in each flower that is thrown
They steal honey and a life is lost
I do not come to complain
Just make them think
That the past tells us
Marking with blood
It's time to talk
And the past asks us
Marking with blood it is time to act
It is necessary to look to the past and make ourselves stronger
It is necessary to leave our fears and walk towards the front
Injustice brought me here?
The lie and impunity
It requires us to reflect
I ask you in my singing
How sad I feel to see what happens
Without doing anything
And in each flower that is thrown
They steal honey and a life is lost
I do not come to complain
Just make them think
That the past tells us
Marking with blood
It's time to talk
And the past asks us
Marking with blood it is time to act
It is urgent to raise our voices
And make us listen
Only among all we can make this a better place :)