ISSUE 91
The hand that plays a guitar,
if necessary, makes war
Kills the world, wounds the earth.
The voice that sings a song, if necessary, sings a hymn
Exalts death.
Viola on a moonlit night in the backlands is like a sword
Hope for vengeance.
The same foot that dances a samba,
if necessary, goes to combat Capoeira
He who has a companion at night knows that peace is fleeting
To defend her he gets up and screams: I’ll go!
Hand, guitar, song and sword
And moonlit viola
Through the countryside and city
Flag bearer, capoeira, marching they go on singing,
Liberty, liberty, liberty…
Lyrics from “Viola Enluarada” by Marcos Valle and Paulo Sérgio Valle (1968)
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