Promessas do Sol [English translation]

You want me strong and I'm strong no longer

I'm the lineage's end, the old that's passed

I call on the silver moon to save me

I pray to the gods of the woods to take me

You want me beautiful and I'm beautiful no longer

They took from me everything a man could have

They knifed my body without ending it

Left me living, bloodless, rotting

You want me fair and I'm fair no longer

Promises of sun no longer inflame my heart

What tragedy is this that befalls us all?

What tragedy is this that befalls us all?