A Morte Saiu à Rua

Death came out onto the streets on a day like this
In that nameless place for any purpose
A red drop falls on the sidewalk
And a river of blood from an open chest flows

The wind that blows through the cane fields
And the scythe of a Portuguese harvester
And the sound of the anvil like a trumpet from heaven
They say everywhere that the Painter died

Your blood, Painter, demands another equal death
Only an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth is worth it
To the murderous law, to the death that killed you
Your body belongs to the earth that embraced you

Here we affirm to you tooth for tooth like this
That one day he who laughs at last will laugh best
At the bend in the road there are holes made in the ground
And in all of them the roses of a nation will bloom