At specus, et caci detecta apparuit ingens
Regia, et umbrosae penitus cavernae
Those priests who follow
Those ignorant indians
That have no value
Or discipline
Clouds of dust
Had filled the air
In the bloody battle
Of caiboaté
So who can rule in peace and war?
Who will stand against our forces?
Who would thought they could go to war
Claim for the lands that now is ours
Leave these lands
They still refuse
They want to die
With stupid pride
This war for territory
Will have to end
The kings agreed
To exchange our lands
We've been living here
For so many years
While they drink their wines
In golden glasses
But this is where we want to be
This is the land of the guaranys
They should know this land was given to us
And freely we shall give to our heirs
Leave these lands
We shall refuse
If we have to die
We'll die with pride
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