Ho Sete [English translation]

'I'm thirsty...' screams this earth,

sick with drought.

Exhausted still life,

breaks into two and then doesn't cure herself.

It's already burnt and broken.

I'm thirsty...the fire that makes preys

will burn everything.

It progresses and doesn't stop.

It alights the air

but there's no pity.

Escape or pray.

And the water falls.

The profile of a mother.

And the water falls.

And the water falls and descends freely.

Water that will leave later,

the earth drinks.

A green Hallelujah.

Spirit of the eagle that I feel inside me,

carry the wind on your wings and rock me yourself.

If the gold brights calmly on the horizon,

this soil will dance again with the man.

Oh, spirit of the eagle that I feel inside me.

Life was born from the soil

and with speed,

flowers, seeds and grass,

a pious manna

under the new shadow.

Spirit of the eagle that I feel inside me,

carry the wind on your wings and rock me yourself.

If the gold brights calmly on the horizon,

this soil will dance again with the man.

And the water falls.

The profile of a mother.

And the water falls.

And the water falls and descends freely.

Water that will leave later,

the earth drinks.

A green Hallelujah.

Spirit of the eagle that I feel inside me,

carry the wind on your wings and rock me yourself.

If the gold brights calmly on the horizon,

this soil will dance again with the man.

And the water falls.

The earth drinks.

And the water falls.

And the water falls.

A green Hallelujah.

Spirit of the eagle that I feel inside me,

carry the wind on your wings and rock me yourself.

If the gold brights calmly on the horizon,

this soil will dance again with the man.

Spirit of the eagle that I feel inside me,

carry the wind on your wings and rock me yourself.

If the gold brights calmly on the horizon,

this soil will dance again with the man.