Alegria Da Criação
José Afonso
Joy of Creation
Planted the seed of the word
Before the flood killed my cattle
Taught my son farming and harvesting
In a nearby field
The word broke through
Grew like a whale
In the silence of the night under the full moon
I saw seasons change, the wind blow
The sun shine again over the bay
I was a good engineer, a good beaver
Loved my beloved with love
Regret nothing, only life
Taught me to sing this song
Sorceress
Mother of us all
Flower of the wheat
Cursed for tyrants
Lovingly we praise you
You have more than a million years
Girl
When the fire warms us
In the great winter cold
A prayer comes to us
That from afar seems
Like a song
Our natural magistrate
Victorious
Healer of the afflicted
Lover of a thousand husbands
For more than a million years
Tormenting
When the beast imprisoned
That surpasses us within
Breaks the cage alone
Flies, flies mischievously
A swallow
