Hey Tom Perifa, play that melancholic melody

The struggle is a fire that won't go out
Stories of pain and strength on the journey
My voice calls for justice
In the ghettos, the echo of our fight

In the mirrors, we reflect courage
Racism can't silence our voice
We resist on every corner
Our truth resounds loud and fierce

My black skin is my pride
My heritage is an ancestral light
I am a warrior on my path
Against hatred, I am a wall

I tread the path with bravery
A firm gaze on the horizon
I raise the flag of dignity
Fearlessly facing the constant fight

In the culture, I am resistance
In the community, I am strength
I carry love and hope
And faith to always begin anew