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I write the sadness of the Brazilian forests, About modern centuries and glass cities, Tattooed Indians who are murdered too, For a handle of gold or green diamond, I write the greatness of Brazilian forests Roots that descend to explore the earth, Leaves that capture white light, Suns that fall on the wild jaguar, I write the sadness of the Brazilian forests, Friends of the earth and emerald sky, Beheaded trunks like haughty kings, Rivers polluted by bad mercury, I write the great sadness of happy Indians, Insects that we eat on the stone Large trees providing oxygen, That they slaughter for expensive cosmetics, I write the sadness of the Brazilian forests, May it reach our deaf ears, Let it open our doors as a silence, new one, A silence deeper than our history and Gods. J’écris la tristesse des forêts brésiliennes, Des siècles modernes et des cités de verre, Des indiens tatoués que l’on assassine trop, Pour une poignée d’or ou de diamant vert, J’écris la grandeur des forêts brésiliennes Des racines qui descendent explorer la terre, Des feuilles qui capturent la lumière blanche, Des soleils qui tombent sur le jaguar sauvage, J’écris la tristesse des forêts brésiliennes, Des amis de la terre et du ciel d’émeraude, Des troncs décapités comme des rois hautains, Des rivières souillées par le mercure mauvais, J’écris la grande tristesse des indiens joyeux, Des insectes que l’on mange sur la pierre Des grands arbres pourvoyeurs d’oxygène, Que l’on massacre pour des cosmétiques chers, J’écris la tristesse des forêts brésiliennes, Qu’elle parvienne jusqu’à nos oreilles sourdes, Qu’elle ouvre nos portes comme un silence, Plus profond que notre histoire et nos Dieux.

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The Sadness of the Brazilian Forests

I write the sadness of the Brazilian forests, About modern centuries and glass cities, Tattooed Indians who are murdered too, For a handle of gold or green diamond, I write the greatness of Brazilian forests Roots that descend to explore the earth, Leaves that capture white light, Suns that fall on the wild jaguar, I write the sadness of the Brazilian forests, Friends of the earth and emerald sky, Beheaded trunks like haughty kings, Rivers polluted by bad mercury, I write the great sadness of happy Indians, Insects that we eat on the stone Large trees providing oxygen, That they slaughter for expensive cosmetics, I write the sadness of the Brazilian forests, May it reach our deaf ears, Let it open our doors as a silence, new one, A silence deeper than our history and Gods. J’écris la tristesse des forêts brésiliennes, Des siècles modernes et des cités de verre, Des indiens tatoués que l’on assassine trop, Pour une poignée d’or ou de diamant vert, J’écris la grandeur des forêts brésiliennes Des racines qui descendent explorer la terre, Des feuilles qui capturent la lumière blanche, Des soleils qui tombent sur le jaguar sauvage, J’écris la tristesse des forêts brésiliennes, Des amis de la terre et du ciel d’émeraude, Des troncs décapités comme des rois hautains, Des rivières souillées par le mercure mauvais, J’écris la grande tristesse des indiens joyeux, Des insectes que l’on mange sur la pierre Des grands arbres pourvoyeurs d’oxygène, Que l’on massacre pour des cosmétiques chers, J’écris la tristesse des forêts brésiliennes, Qu’elle parvienne jusqu’à nos oreilles sourdes, Qu’elle ouvre nos portes comme un silence, Plus profond que notre histoire et nos Dieux.