Blood on the street Carpet of flowers Such cruelty The soul of lowers We are under the light There is no chance to fight Now the cell is dark We are under the brine We cannot fight Disposable parts We are under the light There is no chance to fight Can't you see this shade is as noble as the night Great palmares is our liberty All of us, we are a colony Our blood became tapestry And they walked comfortably Great palmares is our liberty All of us, we are a colony Our blood became tapestry And they walked comfortably We were blessed Lost identity There is no insurrection We are all cut in peace We are under the light There is no chance to fight A body of water One slave ship A wet revolt And now, where are we? We are under the light There is no chance to fight Can't you see this shade is as noble as the night With hardness we built this street Even though we are still a colony Our blood became tapestry And they walked comfortably With hardness we built this street Even though we are still a colony Our blood became tapestry And they walked comfortably Great palmares is our liberty All of us, we are a colony Our blood became tapestry And they walked comfortably With hardness we built this street Even though we are still a colony Our blood became tapestry And they walked comfortably