O Cheiro das Águas
Ana Paula Valadão
The Scent of the Waters
There’s hope for the wounded
Like a tree that's been cut
Marked by the pain
Even if in the ground
The roots grow old
And in the abandoned soil
Its trunk will die
There’s hope for the wounded
Like a tree that's been cut
Marked by the pain
Even if in the ground
The roots grow old
And in the abandoned soil
Its trunk will die
There’s hope for you
At the scent of the waters, it will sprout
Like a new plant
It will bloom
Its branches will renew
Its fruits won’t cease
And it will live
There’s hope for the wounded
Like a tree that's been cut
Marked by the pain
Even if in the ground
The roots grow old
And in the abandoned soil
Its trunk will die
There’s hope for you
At the scent of the waters, it will sprout
Like a new plant
It will bloom
Its branches will renew
Its fruits won’t cease
And it will live
At the scent of the waters, it will sprout
Like a new plant
It will bloom
Its branches will renew
Its fruits won’t cease
And it will live
Its branches will renew
Its fruits won’t cease
And it will live
