Súplica Cearense

Oh! God
Forgive this poor wretch
Who kneeled and prayed a lot
Asking for the rain to fall
To fall incessantly

Oh! God
Did you get angry
And that's why the Sun withdrew
Causing all the rain to fall

Oh! Lord
I asked the Sun to hide for a little while
I asked for rain
But gentle rain
To see if a plant would grow
A plant on the ground

Oh! My God
If I didn't pray right
It's the fault of the man
Of this poor man who doesn't even know how to pray

My God
Forgive my tearful eyes
And having asked you, full of sorrow
For the relentless Sun
To withdraw, to retreat

Sorry for asking all the time
For winter to come and now
Hell burns my humble Ceará

Oh! Lord
I asked the Sun to hide for a little while
I asked for rain
But gentle rain
To see if a plant would grow on the ground
Plant on the ground

Too much greed
No more rain
Too much theft
Too much politics
Too much sadness
Too much self-interest!

Too much greed
Too much hunger
Too much lack
Too many promises
Too much drought
No more rain!
(My Ceará will enjoy a new fate)
Oh God
Only if there's God
Oh God