Nothing To Declare

Angel jones… villas-boas… maranhão do valle…
Gonçalves figueiredo… nonato paz…
Papandréu… de sá roriz… frazão soares…
Vanini… nehring… lamarca…

You hide your crimes behind a curtain of silence
But the time for you to pay is coming…

Alfaiate… kubitschek… petit da silva…
Pedreira ferreira… de pádua costa…
Nascimento furtado… sales saboya…
Frei tito… fiel filho… herzog…

“The course of true love never did run smooth”

Secret documents deleted by the sni
To get rid of the data about people killed
Only three in command to decide
What roles “were useless”

You became killers
To maintain security
To establish order
In the name of progress

Slaves of conformity
Is this your contribution?
The blood on your hands
Are the tears of the dead

You hide your crimes behind a curtain of silence
But the time for you to pay is coming…
You carry the burden of thousands of murders
Scum of the earth, even so you’ve got…

Nothing to declare?!

Shame…
Shame… on you!