Sou Uma Árvore Bonita

I'm a beautiful tree
I'm a fruit-bearing tree
I might even have any taste
Sometimes a dream-fruit
Sometimes a lust-fruit
He's such a handsome man
Carries a scythe
Born with the demand to destroy
By his own nature
He weeded out everything that could be a forest to me
Without leaving a branch inside
My hope is
All this absence of weeds
Dead along with every leaf
And, darn, my heart
Is a land thirsty
Without a trace of green