While the hippies in the 60's fought because they didn't want to go to war- they wanted to have sex and get high instead- Brazilian people were persecuted and murdered on the streets because they wanted food and the wanted the liberty the Americans had.
The composer was tortured because of this song... he didn't know who he was for a while, but has recovered his sanity and denies the torture... even though there are pictures. No-one knows if it is post-traumatic stress disorder or if he still fears the government.
The saddest thing is that the United States helped the Brazilian Martial order. There were signs on the streets saying “Yankees Mataran Brasileiros!” or “Yankees killed Brazilians!” as they protested and were killed.
Both links have the song, but one has a better recording, while the other shows pictures of before his torture, after his torture, and how he escaped from the country. I suggest listening to the better recording first.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=D_cQz6IElgc Pictures of Geraldo Vandre
http://youtube.com/watch?v=P_SQwz6d2sI Good recording of song
I am writing this to inform those who have not been told
-Rachel Motta
Translation:
So that they won't say that I did not speak of the Flowers
By: Geraldo Vandre
Translated by: Rachel Motta and Carmen Motta-Wesoloski
Walking and singing and following the song. We're all the same, whether our arms are linked, or not.
In the schools, the streets, plains, construction sites, walking and singing and following the song.
Come, lets go away, to wait is not wise. Those who know seize the day; they don’t wait for things to happen. Come, lets go away, to wait is not wise. Those who know seize the day; they don’t wait for things to happen.
Throughout the plains, there is hunger in the great Plantations. Marching through the streets, there are indecisive troupes who still make “of the flower” their most important refrain, and they believe that the flowers will win against the cannons.
Come, lets go away, to wait is not wise. Those who know seize the day; they don’t wait for things to happen. Come, lets go away, to wait is not wise. Those who know seize the day; they don’t wait for things to happen.
There are armed soldiers, beloved, or not, almost all of them lost with weapons in their hands. At the boot camp, they teach an old lesson; to die for the nation and live without reason.
Come, lets go away, to wait is not wise. Those who know seize the day; they don’t wait for things to happen. Come, lets go away, to wait is not wise. Those who know seize the day; they don’t wait for things to happen.
In the schools, the streets, plains, construction sites, we're all the same, whether we’re armed, or not. Walking and singing and following the song. We're all the same, whether our arms are linked, or not.
Our loved ones on our minds, the flowers on the floor, certainty ahead of us, history in our hands. Walking and singing and following the song, learning and teaching a new lesson.
Come, lets go away, to wait is not wise. Those who know seize the day; they don’t wait for things to happen. Come, lets go away, to wait is not wise. Those who know seize the day; they don’t wait for things to happen. Come, lets go away, to wait is not wise. Those who know seize the day; they don’t wait for things to happen. Come, lets go away, to wait is not wise. Those who know seize the day; they don’t wait for things to happen.
Translation dedicated to the hundreds of brave Brazilians who were either tortured or disappeared during this era... including the grandfather I never met. Dedicated to those who have been forgotten by history in every continent but their own…
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