Engenheiros de Almas - O Manifesto

Tristes Trópicos

Canoas à vista, cruzes gigantes
Trazendo homens, barbados errantes
Homens do mar, vestes brilhantes
Vêm ao meu lar, todos confiantes

Demo-lhes nossas filhas
Ganhamos seus espelhos
Demo-lhes nossos abrigos
Mas sem ter algum respeito

Queriam só a madeira
Dos paus-de-tinta tirar
Arrancavam sem hesitar
Até não mais restar

Tribos se exterminaram
Poucos pra trás ficaram
Com sorte se misturaram
Ou pro sertão recuaram

Os que não morreram
Na fé escutaram
O homem à cruz orar
Na voz dos céus nos declarar

Venhai construir a cidade de Deus

Nos puseram a plantar
O pecado hemos pagar

Cheios de pústulas ficamos
Bexigas, varíola quedamos
Não há esperança em escapar
Os paulistas estão a nos pegar

Credits
Writer(s): Lucas Rossi Dos Santos
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