Promessas do Sol [English translation]

"You want me strong and I’m not strong anymore

I’m the end of the race, the old man that is gone

I call for the silver moon to save me

I pray for the gods of the forest to kill me

You want me beautiful and I’m not beautiful anymore

They took me everything a man could have

They cut my body with a knife without finishing me off

They left me alive, without blood, to rot

You want me fair and I’m not fair anymore

The promises made of sun can’t burn my heart anymore

What is this tragedy that falls upon us all?

What is this tragedy that falls upon us all?”