Terra de Ninguém

Continue on this sad march
Your troubled path
Takes only longing
And the injustice that was only done to you
Since he was born
From the entire world
That nothing gave him

Walk, your path is long
Filled with uncertainty
Everything is solely poorness
Everything is solely sadness
Everything is dead land
Where the land is good
Someone is the owner
Won't let you cross through

To, on the end of the evening
Already tired
Falls a northeastern
Prays a prayer
To come back one day
And have the courage
To be able to fight
For what is his

But
The day will arrive
When the world will know
That nobody lives without giving
Who works is who has
The right to live
Because it's a nobody's land