I know what made us so
Bloody road and the chains still here
Waking up. Facing. Dying or dreaming
For those who were born in war hell is like home

I know - This is my place
I know – It's my hell!

The yellow ground and misery to their feet
The lonely crowd who has nothing
Hate, mud. A place to love
The senzala warrior turned hell into his home

I know - This is my place
I know – It's my hell!

Lack of water, lives in excess
lacking flowers, flying kites
Many lives, little shelter
no future, no support
In this war every day
violence and discipline
Inhabiting the dark
then the warrior is reborn!

I know!
It's my hell!

I know what made us so
Bloody road and the chains still here
Waking up. Facing. Dying or dreaming
For those who were born in war hell is like home

I know - This is my place
I know – It's my hell!



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