Lavava No Rio, Lavava

Washing in the river, washing
Freezing cold, it froze me
When I went to the river to wash
I was hungry, I suffered
I cried, I also cried
Seeing my mother cry

I sang, I also sang
I dreamed, I also dreamed
And in my fantasy
Such things I fantasized
That I forgot I cried
That I forgot I suffered

I no longer go to wash in the river
But I continue to cry
I no longer dream what I dreamed
If I no longer wash in the river
Because this cold freezes me
More than it used to freeze me

Oh, my mother, my mother
How I miss that good
The evil I once knew
Of the hunger I endured
Of the cold that froze us
And of my fantasy

We no longer have hunger, mother
But we also no longer have
The desire to not have it
We no longer know how to dream
We are deceiving ourselves
The desire to die