My fado is a mast
A tower, a cross of fire
That always pains me
What time will they give us if the country-Caná §Ã£o
Ã^ boat à drifts without sea, without hero
So much so that it hits the hardest stone
The purest water in the world my dear
What time tells me
Being an apprentice
Love, after all, will never be in vain
Oh my God, what have men done
They have dried up your Mother River, they have profaned your being
Silence in the heavens
God has become silent
And His new song will bring rebirth

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