Milagreiro

Now we will have the sunflowers
From the end of the year
And the unbearable heat comes
Everything will expand
Grow with the waters
Perhaps, loves in the hearts
And a saint maker,
Miracle worker
Foresees the pain
Of others
And says that life
Is made of illusion
And a saint maker,
Miracle worker
Foresees the pain
Of others
And says that life
Is made of illusion
The one who once made him dream
Is gone with another
On the day the two
Would marry for love
He went mad
Today his sorrow
Shines on the clotheslines
He used up his nine lives
And was never happy
All the vastness
Passed through life
And ended up in loneliness
Another saint to sculpt is what is worth to him
To prevent his bitterness from spreading his herbs