Os Ombros Suportam o Mundo

There comes a time when one no longer says: My God
A time of absolute purification
A time when one no longer says: My love
Because love has become useless
And the eyes do not cry
And the hands only weave rough work
And the heart is dry

In vain women knock on the door, you will not open
You stayed alone, the light went out
But in the shadow your eyes shine huge
You are all certainty, you no longer know how to suffer
And you expect nothing from your friends

It matters little if old age comes, what is old age?
Your shoulders carry the world
And it weighs no more than a child's hand
The wars, the famines, the arguments inside the buildings
Only prove that life goes on
And not everyone has been freed yet
Some, finding the spectacle barbaric
Would prefer (the delicate ones) to die
There has come a time when it is no use to die
There has come a time when life is an order
Life alone, without mystification