Woman screams

A manifesto in the form of a samba that reclaims the historical trajectory of silencing and violence against women, only to demand a collective pact for transformation. Wrapped in the warmth and communion of an authentic "samba de quintal" (backyard samba), the track invites the entire society to join a single line, transforming yesterday's suffocated cry into a joint construction of justice, equality, and peace.

Behind the Scenes: "Grita Mulher" (Cry Out, Woman) was born from a deep need to align with historical justice and to support the urgency of the feminist cause. Even while recognizing the composer's standpoint, the urgency to denounce structural gags and the ongoing violence that wounds women's dignity imposed itself as a creative and human imperative. The poetic spark came from proposing that the struggle for women's rights should not be fought in isolation, but rather as a collective call that summons men out of passivity. By singing about the blood that the world's progress has hidden and the fear that still tries to cut short women's steps, the music uses the gathering energy of samba to build a bridge. The chorus is an invitation for the once-stifled cry to become a song of liberation and general mobilization: a call to walk step by step, side by side, raising a new ground where empathy is the real law and oppression no longer imposes shame.

Centuries of suffocated voices
(Séculos de vozes sufocadas)

Of living in falsehood
(De viver na falsidade)

The base of this entire structure
(A base de toda essa estrutura)

Denying our identity
(Negando a nossa identidade)

The profit and progress of the world
(O lucro e o progresso do mundo)

Have our blood in every foundation
(Têm nosso sangue em cada fundamento)

We were the strength never named
(Fomos a força nunca nomeada)

While history left us out in the cold
(Enquanto a história nos deixava ao relento)

Yesterday's gag has not disappeared
(A mordaça de ontem não sumiu)

It turned into the fear that cuts our stride
(Virou o medo que nos corta o passo)

The numbers do not stop growing
(Os números não param de crescer)

In the trail of blood and mismatch
(No rastro de sangue e do descompasso)

Violence is a control plan
(A violência é um plano de controle)

That invades the home and wounds dignity
(Que invade o lar e fere a dignidade)

It is not just the cry that is not heard
(Não é só o grito que não se ouve)

It is the brutal end of our integrity
(É o fim brutal da nossa integridade)

I cry for the cry not cried,
(Grito pelo grito não gritado,)

For the pain that still hurts,
(Pela dor ainda doída,)

For the absence of the woman's voice.
(Pela ausência da fala da mulher.)

And in the trail of this line
(E no rastro desse cordão)

Come to the street in this unity:
(Vem pra rua nessa união:)

Cry out with me!
(Grita comigo!)

Step by step, side by side, at last
(Passo a passo, lado a lado, enfim)

We will build what the heart dreams of
(Construiremos o que o peito sonha)

A society that is just and at peace
(Uma sociedade justa e de paz)

Without oppression imposing shame upon us
(Sem que a opressão nos imponha a vergonha)

A ground that welcomes everyone
(Um chão que acolha a todas)

Where empathy is the real law
(Onde a empatia seja a lei real)

May the women's cause be the axis
(Que que a causa feminina seja o eixo)

Of a new world, free and equal
(De um novo mundo, livre e igual)

I cry for the cry not cried,
(Grito pelo grito não gritado,)
For the pain that still hurts,
(Pela dor ainda doída,)
For the absence of the woman's voice.
(Pela ausência da fala da mulher.)
And in the trail of this line
(E no rastro desse cordão)
Come to the street in this unity:
(Vem pra rua nessa união:)
Cry out with me!
(Grita comigo!)