Ponta Negra

Black Point, my beacon
cuts through the night, breaks the darkness
faces the sea.
Working from dawn to dusk
is nothing more than slavery
but I’ll give it a shot.

Change the dark into light with blood
what is now a dream to see.

In the shine of my dagger
I carve the road, sure to arrive
at the shore.
Black Point, my beacon
once again lights up its glow
let’s start anew.

Change the dark into light with blood
what is now a dream to see.