Igarapé Das Mulheres

Time takes everything
Time takes life
Outside, the daisies bring color

I remember the joy
Floating in those waters
And seeing the washerwomen washing away the pain

And they washed my lost hope
Of growing up there in the stream
And they washed away the fear I had of life
And now, what is my fear?

My ship, a log, sailed
The stars, among the stilt houses
And the washerwomen

In my adventures, Poraquê
Pirarara, Piranha, Manatee, Boto, Igara

And they washed my corrupted passion
The women of the stream
The Joanas, Marias, goddesses, Margaridas
Will wash away whatever comes