They become reasons that cover betrayals of a vile annexation
In dead and voracious script
Who the land and the sea belong to
And blindly it walks and stumbles upon an autonomous and capable people
Of an island without equal
That shouts and declares that it won't let itself be ruled
That sternly persist in search of sovereignty
How proud it is to try to ignore
What once was pure will
Neither laugh nor cry, they just wait harmless before the gray escorial
They return and invoke the line of an order that doesn't want to leave
They silently weave chronicles, they tell of usury and society
Of simple men that keep on forever seeking a path
They root in their own heritage, visit, war and kindness
And their face doesn't lie because it's not understood
That the land can be bought
The slow and mordant step
Rights and access over native soil and that he won't negotiate
Entanglements that state a will to dominate
Neither laugh nor cry, they just wait harmless before the gray escorial
They return and invoke the line of an order that doesn't want to leave
They silently weave chronicles, they tell of usury and society
Of simple men that keep on forever seeking a path
They root in their own heritage, visit, war and kindness
And their face doesn't lie because it's not understood
That the land can be bought
The continent sets the terms of surrender
Of an agreement of cession, of peace and protection
A colonial discourse that borders on the factual
It doesn't value, nor dictate, what's in that murmur
Vaai honga!. Vaai honga!. kaina!!
Neither laugh nor cry, they just wait harmless before the gray escorial
They return and invoke the line of an order that doesn't want to leave
They silently weave chronicles, they tell of usury and society
Of simple men that keep on forever seeking a path
They root in their own heritage, visit, war and kindness
And their face doesn't lie because it's not understood
That the land can be bought