O Cheiro das Águas
Ana Paula Valadão
The Smell of the Waters
There is hope for the wounded
Like a cut tree
Marked by pain
Even if on the ground
The root ages
And on the abandoned ground its trunk dies
There is hope for the wounded
Like a cut tree
Marked by pain
Even if on the ground
The root ages
And on the abandoned ground its trunk dies
There is hope for you
At the scent of waters it will sprout
Like a new plant
It will flourish
Its branches will be renewed
Its fruits will not cease
And it will live
