The Awa Guaja Song is a traditional song of the Awa Kwaiker.
They belong to the forest
The forest belongs to them
Like a mother
Like a sister
Like pure happiness
Each morning.
It's not paradise
It's the forest
With its perfume its sounds its noises
Its dangers too
His insecurity which is security
The one they chose
The one that suits them.
The forest is their home
Their air is pure and without it their heart
Is a dead leaf
Abandoned.
They don't want it from society
They know her
The elders told them
The so-called benefits
From this company
See how they still flee
Collectors, rubber bosses
Traffickers and breeders.
They are free
Them
Still free
Them
Let them be left in peace
Let them be
Surrounded by their mother forest
Humus at the foot
And dreams in your eyes.
Let them be free
Let us thank their Guajajara family
Who cares
Who campaigns, mobilizes
To save them
Them
The last free beings
In the world.
They belong to the forest
Like a first being born
In the hollow of a leaf
Gentle
Like the smile
Of a mother.
Carole Radureau (09/28/2019)
