Back when I didn't have the tearful look
That I carry and keep today
When my tears and my sleep were made sweet
By the sugarcane bagasse from the sugar mill
When a God's World like this I used to conquer
Making up my own way
Amidst the layers of green corn that wander
Missing the marine green
I was happy like a river
A beast, a flock of sparrows
Like a rooster, when there were
When there were roosters, nights and backyards
But dark times came and pushed me to
Evil like it always does
I'm not happy, but I'm not silent
Nowadays I sing even more.