Sentinela (part. Nana Caymmi)

My lord, I am not worthy of your visit
To my poor abode
However, if you wish, if you want to visit me
I give you my heart
I give you my heart

Far, far away, I hear that voice
That time will not take away

Death, vigil, I am the sentinel of the body
Of my brother who is already leaving
I see everything that happened at that moment
Memory will not die

A dark figure comes in my direction
To show his pain planted in this ground
His face shines in prayer
Shines in knife and flower
Stories come to tell me

Far, far away, I hear that voice
That time will not take away
He needs to shout his strength, hey, brother, survive
Death has not yet come if we, at the time of uniting
The paths into one, do not flee, nor deviate

He needs to love his friend, hey, brother, and remember
That the world will only bow down
When the love that was born in his body
Seeks freedom in the woman he found

Death, vigil, I am the sentinel of the body
Of my brother who has already passed away
I see everything I learned at that moment
Memory will not die

Far, far away, I hear that voice
That time will not take away
Far, far away, I hear that voice
That time will not take away