Geraldo Vandré -
Pra não dizer que não falei das Flores


'Pra não dizer que não falei das Flores' a march by Geraldo Vandré (excuse me for not talking about the flowers, with flowers he meant the misery of the people), a young musician from Northeast of Brasil. His song was prohibited for political reasons.

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still a big song in brasil...older folks like my mom remember these daysreal good... the writer was taken by police/army and tortured and if i am not wrong, sent out of brasil in exile during the military times. try a search under his name you may come across something in english...
thanks, kiko of brasil

Caminhando e cantando e seguindo a canção
Somos todos iguais braços dados ou não
Nas escolas, nas ruas, campos, construções
Caminhando e cantando e seguindo a canção
Vem, vamos embora que esperar não é saber
Quem sabe faz a hora não espera acontecer
Pelos campos a fome em grandes plantações
Pelas ruas marchando indecisos cordões
Ainda fazem da flor seu mais forte refrão
E acreditam nas flores vencendo canhões
Vem vamos embora que esperar não é saber
Quem sabe faz a hora não espera acontecer
Há soldados armados armados ou não
Quase todos perdidos de armas na mão
Nos quartéis lhes ensinam antigas lições
De morrer pela pátria e viver sem razão
Vem vamos embora que esperar não é saber
Quem sabe faz a hora não espera acontecer
Nas escolas, nas ruas, campos, construções
Somos todos soldados, armados ou não
Caminhando e cantando e seguindo a canção
Somos todos iguais braços dados ou não
Os amores na mente, as flores no chão
A certeza na mente, a história na mão
Caminhando e cantando e seguindo a canção
Aprendendo e ensinando uma nova lição
Vem vamos embora que esperar não é saber
Quem sabe faz a hora não espera acontecer
Walking and singing and following the song
We're all equal arms [hands] braced or not
In the schools, on the streets, fields, construction sites
Walking and singing and following the song
Come, let's go away 'cause to wait is not to know [to wait is not knowledge]
Who knows makes the hour and doesn't wait for it to happen
Through the fields the hunger within great plantations
Throught he streets marching indecisive lines [blocks of people]
Still making the floor their strongest verse
And believe on the flowers wining against canons
Come, let's go away 'cause to wait is not to know [to wait is not knowledge]
Who knows makes the hour and doesn't wait for it to happen
There are soldiers armed [guns] or not
Almost all lost with arms [guns] in hands
In the forts they teach them old lessons
To live for the nation [patria ~ patriotic] and live without reason
Come, let's go away 'cause to wait is not to know [to wait is not knowledge]
Who knows makes the hour and doesn't wait for it to happen
In the schools, on the streets, fields, construction sites
We are all soldiers, armed [guns] or not
Walking and singing and following the song
We're all equal arms [hands] braced or not
The lovers [loved ones] in the mind, the flowers on the ground
The certainty in the mind, the history on hand [on the hand]
Walking and singing and following the song
Learning and teaching a new lesson
Come, let's go away 'cause to wait is not to know [to wait is not knowledge]
Who knows makes the hour and doesn't wait for it to happen


Other Anarchist, libertarian and rebel songs