HAITI (Caetano Veloso- Gilberto Gil) Quando voc for convidado pra subir no adro Da fundao casa de Jorge Amado Pra ver do alto a fila de soldados, quase todos pretos Dando porrada na nuca de malandros pretos De ladres mulatos e outros quase brancos Tratados como pretos S pra mostrar aos outros quase pretos (E so quase todos pretos) E aos quase brancos pobres como pretos Como que pretos, pobres e mulatos E quase brancos quase pretos de to pobres so tratados E no importa se os olhos do mundo inteiro Possam estar por um momento voltados para o largo Onde os escravos eram castigados E hoje um batuque um batuque Com a pureza de meninos uniformizados de escola secundria Em dia de parada E a grandeza pica de um povo em formao Nos atrai, nos deslumbra e estimula No importa nada: Nem o trao do sobrado Nem a lente do fantstico, Nem o disco de Paul Simon Ningum, ningum cidado Se voc for a festa do pel, e se voc no for Pense no Haiti, reze pelo Haiti O Haiti aqui O Haiti no aqui E na TV se voc vir um deputado em pnico mal dissimulado Diante de qualquer, mas qualquer mesmo, qualquer, qualquer Plano de educao que parea fcil Que parea fcil e rpido E v representar uma ameaa de democratizao Do ensino do primeiro grau E se esse mesmo deputado defender a adoo da pena capital E o venervel cardeal disser que v tanto esprito no feto E nenhum no marginal E se, ao furar o sinal, o velho sinal vermelho habitual Notar um homem mijando na esquina da rua sobre um saco Brilhante de lixo do Leblon E quando ouvir o silncio sorridente de So Paulo Diante da chacina 111 presos indefesos, mas presos so quase todos pretos Ou quase pretos, ou quase brancos quase pretos de to pobres E pobres so como podres e todos sabem como se tratam os pretos E quando voc for dar uma volta no Caribe E quando for trepar sem camisinha E apresentar sua participao inteligente no bloqueio a Cuba Pense no Haiti, reze pelo Haiti O Haiti aqui O Haiti no aqui When you were asked to step up on the atrium At the home of the Jorge Amado foundation To see from above the line of soldiers, almost all black Beating the necks of black miscreants From mulato thieves to others almost white Treated like blacks Just to show the other blacks (and they almost all are black) And the poor whites are just like blacks This is how the blacks, the poor, and the mulatos And the almost white are almost black from such poor Treatment And it doesnt matter if the whole worlds eyes Can for just one moment look back To where the slaves were once punished But today the samba rhythm beats With the purity of uniformed children dressed For high school Cutting class For this great epic that is the formation of a nation This attracts us, amazes us, stimulates us Nothing matters, No trace of the old mansions No frame for the fantastic No Paul Simon cd No one, no one is a citizen If you went to this celebration, and even if you didnt Think of Haiti, pray for Haiti Haiti is here Haiti is not here And if on television you happen to see a panicked official Pretending everything is alright In front of anyone, any anyone Anyone Education initiatives that seem easy That seem easy and fast And will represent the threat to democratization The threat to learning in the first grade And if that same official defends the establishment of Capital punishment And if the venerable cardinal says he sees the soul in The fetus And none on the side of the road And if, at a red light, the habitual red light You notice a man pissing on the street corner on A bag Shiny trash from Leblon (rich neighborhood) And when you hear the grinning silence from So Paulo In the face of this slaughter 111 defenseless prisoners, and prisoners are almost always Black Or almost black, or almost white almost black because They are too poor And the poor are at fault and everyone know how To treat the blacks And if you visit the Caribbean And have a fling with no condom, And give your opinion on the Cuban Embargo Think of Haiti, pray for Haiti Haiti is here Haiti is not here