A Tempestade [English translation]

the big dark cloud goes away

the crazyness of the tempest dissolve

the tide goes back flat and slow

the seagulls leave the earth without delay

fly over their rock without noise

of so many waves and already sleeping foam

meanwhile the sun who shines again

kisses the all sand now without fear

i went see

i went see

the storm

i came running

i went see

i went see

ths storm

i came tell you

pieces of wood in the sea flow

aloud to see what someday was a prow

painted with tenderness and many colors

in the style of that our good people

remains the drama of those who stay in the cliff

for those who god already destined to eternity

and this is the lesson that against god there is no will

remains the angry calm of the “saudade*”