The land stands face to face
To tell the bourgeois court
Its child is always innocent.
On the ground lie "weapons" of crime, sleeping
Scythes, machetes and confiscated hoes
Shall they condemn the earth again?
To 500 more years of chess?
Of torture, death and senselessness?
What shall they condemn?
Our will to fight?
Our destiny of victory?
Our right to dream?
What guilt can rest in hands
That put up black plastic to people the
That use hunger as a weapon of war
And turn freedom into a new song?
No! The sentences do not flow from the gold pens
That sleep lazily in the magistrates' pockets
The steps of the Sem Terra write the sentences
And the land gives them the recompenses
And the pleasure of eating freedom
Now in celebration will the land embrace its child
Who will march in search of hope
We shall free the land and those who live there
That will be the greatest gift
To be inscribed in memory.
Go on Zé! Fight on and create more children
Go on Zé! Help to make rails
For the train of history.
And there in front under the banners
Life will be born again in a single trench
And we shall sing the anthem of victory.