Tribo dos Carajás [English translation]

Carajás Tribe

Full moon night

Arowana!

The young girl rules the village

The tribe dances and the great chief thinks

About his people

Who were once the owners of this big continent

Where they've always dreamed about living off of nature

Respecting the sky

Respecting the air

Fishing on the rivers

And being afraid of the sea

Strangely, the white men came

To build, to progress, to trailblaze

And the native cried

His battle cry

He didn't let himself be enslaved

But he is disappearing from the Earth

Arowana! Big arowana!

It's the big party

From the people of High Xingu*