Milagreiro

Now we will have the sunflowers
From the end of the year
And the unbearable heat comes
Everything will expand
Grow with the waters
Perhaps, loves in the hearts

And a saint maker, miracle worker
Foresees the pain of others
And says that life is made of illusion
And a saint maker, miracle worker
Foresees the pain of others
And says that life is made of illusion

She who once made him dream
Left with another
On the day they would marry for love
He went crazy
Today his sorrow shines on the clotheslines
Used up his nine lives and was never happy
All the vastness passed through life
And ended up in loneliness

Another saint to carve is what is worth to him
To prevent his resentment from spreading