Gravada inicialmente por Zé Lopes, com participação de Albert Abrantes e lançada no "Concerto nº 400 para São Luis", CD que Zé Lopes homenageou o quarto centenário da Ilha do Amor, o rap "Pátria Amarga" caiu no gosto da cantora Mariah e ganhou uma nova versão com participação de Fauzi Baydoun e arranjos e execução do maestro internacional João Carlos Martins. Lançada em Londres, a música caiu na graça do cantor Sting, vocalista da banda The Police, que pediu para Mariah, que fosse feita a tradução para o inglês e que fosse gravada para fazer parte da campanha que a ONG
survival
international.org, esta lançando. A gravação está em fase de finalização e fará parte do CD que Mariah lançará até o fim do ano.
BITTER
NATION BRASIL
Alex Brasil, Zé Lopes Vs. Mariah
Bitter
Nation Brasil
How
many native indians will die
How
many Bosnias will grow
By
this gentle flag
Full
of senile hope
Which
cannot embrace
So
many children with no homes
Bitter
Nation Brasil
With
no land to be sown
And
no fruit to be reaped
The
triumphs of life
Are
yet to be reached
Children
of the streets
Forgotten
with time
Please
answer bitter nation
Why
so many in desperation
Falsifying
prophets
Bitter
nation Brasil
The
children of your womb
Weep
hunger still
Straybulletsbringdeath,
removing all life
Hunger
creating wounds of pain
That
mortal hunger kills more than Hiroshima and the Napalm bomb
Patriot
love I declare to thee
You
pretend to make people believe in you
Because
you show a love that is not true
The
R15 rifle
Bitter
nation Brasil
The
hunger of your people, all falling ill
With
no where to call home
Pain
both rural and urban
You
are all left standing still
When
tears of hunger bleed through the eyes
Brother
oh my brother
Do
you have me in sight
Many
unpleased with their lives
Held
back by the lack of choices they face
With
plentiful land and fruits to bear
Of
why sweet nation do my brothers and sister cry out in despair
Hunger
sharpens the knife used to stab
Hurting
a nation screaming to have
The
choice of a better life to come
They
hope, they cry, but will it be done
Careful
oh sweet nation
Because
hunger brings aggravation
It
has famine teeth and consumes a nation
The
blood of dreams which bleed in pain
In
the real pain, the pain of your people
The
blood of the favelas which run through your womb
Throwing
out infancy onto the streets
Left
to compete for a place with the dogs
Rummaging
the rubbish of the rich
Amongst
rats and all sorts
To
beat the hunger which kills
For
each minute one of your children
You
abandon without guilt
All
innocence removed,
Childhood
torn from a nation
Left
with no education
In
front of your face, sweet nation, biter nation, Brasil
Mother
of the blood of fear
Mother
of a homeless people
Without
tools, without jobs, bear feet with pained hearts
Whilst
they sleep in thrones of gold
Drinking
from the blood of pain
Brasil
you are a promised land
But
your destiny brings tears to my eyes
Whilst
there is life in the desert
In
your green flag death, is all that lies.
Written
by Alex Brazil & Zé Lopes
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