Cheiro Das Águas

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 on the ground, abandoned,
Its trunk will die
There’s hope...
Its trunk will die, but
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 stop, and it will live.