Music for a Sunday: A prayer for Latin America

Maria Bethânia, Caetano Veloso’s sister, puts her unforgettable voice to some powerful lyrics. Here’s my translation:

Grant, my God, grant
That all that separates us
Never bears fruit, never counts
Grant, my God
Grant, my God, grant
That all that binds us
Will be only love of a rare knit
Grant, my God

Grant, my God, grant
That all that separates us
Never bears fruit, never counts
Grant, my God
Grant, my God, grant
That all that binds us
Will be only love of a rare knit
Grant, my God

Grant, my God, grant
That our love will declare itself
Much greater and not stop within us
If the waters of Guanabara
Run down my face
A nation in solidarity won’t stop within us

Grant, my God, grant
A nation in solidarity
Without prejudices, grant
A nation like us

Grant, my God, grant
That our love will declare itself
Much greater and not stop within us
If the waters of Guanabara
Run down my face
A nation in solidarity won’t stop within us

Grant, my God, grant
A nation in solidarity
Without prejudices, grant
A nation like us

A sentiment surely not confined only to Brazil, where this song originates. And by now, that “nation in solidarity” is surely growing throughout Latin America.

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