Depois de Nós [English translation]

Today the winds of fate

Started to blow

Our boy time

Been getting behind

Like the strength of a mill

Working slow

Go get your way

Never look back

Today time flies on the wings of an airplane

Fly over the fields of destruction

He is a messenger of the souls of those who will come to the world.

After us

The sky is heavy today

The storm is coming

Black clouds from the past

Delirious flower of evil

We commit the sin

Of not knowing how to forgive

Always looking at the same side

Like statues of salt

Today the time runs on the fingers of our hand

He does not give back time lost in vain

He is a messenger of the souls of those who will come to the world.

After us

Boys at the roadside

Write messages with pencils of light

Will they be divine messengers?

With their blue golden swords

The land from the top of the hills

Northern Forests Southern Cities

Boys see in the distance

The star of the baby Jesus