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Today the hunt spreads over Brazil again, the slave traders' cold greed runs in hot pursuit: on Wall Street they ordered their porcine satellites to bury their fangs in the people's wounds, and the hunt began in Chile, in Brazil, in all our Americas ravaged by merchants and executioners.
My people concealed my path, hid my verses with their hands, preserved me from death, and in Brazil the people's infinite door closes the roads where Prestes again resists the oppressor.
Brazil, may your sorrowing captain be safekept for you,
Brazil, may you not have to reconstruct his effigy from memory, tomorrow, piece by piece, to erect it in austere stone, not having allowed your heart to savor the freedom that he can still, still conquer for you, Brazil.