Assentamento

When I die, bury me on
the edge of the plateau
-- content with my land
tired of so much war
grown in heart
I'm
(quoted from Guimarães Rosa)

Wander from here
Wander over there
End of the fair, outskirts beyond
The city no longer lives in me
Francisco, Serafim
Let's go

See the grass
See the baobab
Let's see the field when it blooms
The spawning, rivers against the tide
Binho, Bel, Bia, Quim
Let's go

When I die
tired of war
I die well
With my land:
Sugar cane, persimmon
Yam, pumpkin
Where only wind was sown before
Vastness, nation, endless backlands
Oh Manuel, Miguilim
Let's go