Classic-Brazilian-Reggae: Gilberto Gil – Kaya N’Gan Daya (2002)

Today is a sad day in Brazil, just like every other day, just like the day of coup d’etat against Dilma and our democracy in 2016. I was there, in 2014 and the 7-1 against Germany (which is happening everyday since that day). Which was not the occasion in 2002, when Gilberto Gil released Kaya N’Gan Daya.

Today some of them are probably celebrating, with the smile of insanity, those days when fireworks represent barbarity, just like in 2016. I wonder what Gilberto Gil is thinking right now. You might be far away from home, but home is inside you. The pain of injustice, when presumption of innocence is no longer a constitutional right in the land of coup d’etats, one after the other, the dream of democracy didn’t last long after all. Democracy and human rights are not more than some words in a law somewhere written in the past. Workers, black, poor, women who achieve their fight by democracy and politics end up being victims of death, persecution or jail. It is not only about Lula and what he represents.

What is left for me is listen to Gilberto Gil and when he sung songs of Bob Marley. After all, the fight against injustice, for freedom and justice continues, no matter how, who you are or where you are.

“Don’t worry about a thing,
‘Cause every little thing is gonna be alright.
Singin’: “Don’t worry about a thing,
‘Cause every little thing gonna be alright!”

Bem que eu me lembro
Da gente sentado ali
Na grama do aterro, sob o sol
Ob-observando hipócritas
Disfarçados, rondando ao redor…

Amigos presos
Amigos sumindo assim
Prá nunca mais
Tais recordações
Retratos do mau em si
Melhor é deixar prá trás…

Não, não chore mais
Não, não chore mais
Oh! Oh!

Say, say you just can’t live that negative way
If you know what I mean
Make way for the positive day
And if it’s news, news and days
New time, and if it’s a new feelin’
Said it’s a new sign:
Oh, what a new day!

I rebel music (2x)
Why can’t we roam this open country?
Oh, why can’t we be what we want to be?
We want to be free

3 o’clock roadblock – curfew
And I’ve got to throw away
Yes, I’ve got to throw away
A yes, but I’ve got to throw away
My little herb stalk!

I rebel music
Why can’t we roam this open country?
Oh, why can’t we be what we want to be?
We want to be free

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