Lyrics

[Spoken: Marcinha do Corintho] Freedom built a house up on the heights A house of columns and grand design A great house, honored like a battlefield A house that claims to be your victory Freedom says it is eternal And on its roof a flag flies with her name They say the road to her house is long That the path is paved with sweat and tears Tillled by pain and ruin On TV they say those who make it there find peace, prosperity, and joy They call that culture, they call that civilization Along the way the pilgrims wear T‑shirts and charms with Freedom's name They sing her name together as they climb the slope And I, with my faith, feel part of their flow I believe the promises' call and I sing along too Yet at the gate of that house, I'm turned away, refused, pushed back I feel struck in the brow, filled with shame and scorn So be it I will step away from this house of tricks and hollow praise I will return to the sea, crawling if I must I will go back to my waters and my lands And I will take my revenge