Sementeira
Fuxan Os Ventos
Sowing
Sowing I will sow
In the small village of crarear
As long as the people grow
A child, an old man, and a song
A mischievous child
Who speaks in the mother tongue
Who climbs the peach trees
To steal the green fruit
Sowing I will sow
An old man who gives advice
A face of smoke and bread
Who tells stories to the children
About the cuckoo and the magpie
Sowing I will sow
A song of redemption
An old and new song
That changes desolation
Into a clean and clear dawn
Sowing I will sow
Then, let me die
Between two burnt furrows
When the sunsets come
Of the famished men
