A Força Que Nunca Seca

You can already see in the distance
The lady with the can on her head
Balancing the crooked can
More than the body dictates
That makes the blind balance
The can doesn't show
The body that twists
For the can to stay straight
For each arm a strength
No note groans of strength
The can only surrounds, doesn't carry
The water on the dead road
And the strength that never dries
For the water that is so little