O Cheiro das Águas

There's hope for the wounded
Like a tree cut down, marked by pain
Even if on the ground, the root ages
And on the floor, abandoned, its trunk dies

There's hope for the wounded
Like a tree cut down, marked by pain
Even if on the ground, the root ages
And on the floor, abandoned, its trunk dies
There's hope for you

At the scent of the waters, it will sprout
Like a new plant, it will bloom
Its branches will be renewed
Its fruits will not cease, and it will live

There's hope for the wounded
Like a tree cut down, marked by pain
Even if on the ground, the root ages
And on the floor, abandoned, its trunk dies
There's hope for you

At the scent of the waters, it will sprout
Like a new plant, it will bloom
Its branches will be renewed
Its fruits will not cease, and it will live

At the scent of the waters, it will sprout
Like a new plant, it will bloom
Its branches will be renewed
Its fruits will not cease, and it will live

Its branches will be renewed
Its fruits will not cease, and it will live
It will live