Sementeira

Sowing I will sow
In the small village of crarear
As long as the people grow
A child, an old man, and a song

A mischievous child
Who speaks in the mother tongue
Who climbs the peach trees
To steal the green fruit

Sowing I will sow

An old man who gives advice
A face of smoke and bread
Who tells stories to the children
About the cuckoo and the magpie

Sowing I will sow

A song of redemption
An old and new song
That changes desolation
Into a clean and clear dawn

Sowing I will sow

Then, let me die
Between two burnt furrows
When the sunsets come
Of the famished men