Mon nom [English translation]

I am the foreigner

And one can see that

I do not speak

Just like you

I come from the beetroot

Where the aubergines get purple at dawn

They are like me

All terrified

We were shifted without our roots

Since our radicals

Are so soft

All these fruits

Touch the sun

I am the foreigner

Like the water in your river

And like the cadence

That your girl dances to

They call me the Brown

Because of my hands

That are always black

I think that is beautiful

But me, my name is Bruno

The image of my father who followed a blind wave

That gets back to my ancestors

The hidden sens behind my name

All terrified

We were shifted without our roots

Since our radicals

Are so soft

All these fruits

Touch the ground

• Artist:Rodrigo Amarante
• Album:Cavalo