“Negro Drama” lyrics translated into English

“Negro Drama” [Black Drama] lyrics translated to English by Luísa Pessoa. This translation was used in the international version of the video below, which promoted the manifesto “As Long There is Racism, There Will Be No Democracy“, from the Black Coalition of Rights, Brazil. The video was directed by João Wainer. “Negro Drama” is a song by Racionais MC’s, but, in this version, it is performed by Seu Jorge.

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Black drama! He tries, but can’t see a thing

but a star, far away, half shining

He feels the drama, the pressure, the expense

in love, in hate, the insane revenge

Black drama! I know who’s plotting and who’s my friend

The trauma I carry so I won’t be another fucked black man

The drama from jails and slums

Blood, siren, cries, candles, tombs

Passengers from Brazil, São Paulo, the agony

of those who survive the orders and cowardice

Outskirts, alleys, railroad flats

Bet you’re thinking: I have nothing to do with that

Since the beginning, in search of gold and silver,

Watch who dies and then how the killer

gets the merit and the uniform that harms

Seeing the poor in jail or dead became cultural

Stories, records, documents

This is no tale, fable, myth or legend

We’ve always heard: blacks won’t have their turn

So, look at that castle, brother, you’ve built it, scum

My friends from the battle are my comrades

I was flesh, now I’m the fucking blade

Cheers, a toast to me

I’m an example of glories, pathways and victories,

Money takes the man out of misery

But can’t erase the slum inside him

Few are those who enter the field to win

The soul keeps what the mind tries to forget

I look back and see the long path I’ve walked,

and who was by my side, and who kept out of sight

Stylish black drama

To be, you have to be, no fear

Between the trigger and the storm

Always proving I’m a man, not a scorn

May God protect me, I know he’s not impartial

He watches the rich, but loves the ghetto

I wear black, inside and outside

Warrior, poet, between memory and time

On this path, I see euros, karats and bills

And I say: Bro, don’t die, but don’t kill

The clock doesn’t wait, see how it goes

This path is full of mortars, it’s poisonous

Nightmare is a compliment

For those who live at war, peace never came

My people have cold sweats even when it’s hot

I saw a black kid, his notebook was a glock

Black drama

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