Marginália 2

I, Brazilian, confess
My guilt, my sin
My desperate dream
My well-kept secret
My anguish

I, Brazilian, confess
My guilt, my disgrace
Stale bread every day
Tropical melancholy
Black loneliness

This is the end of the world
This is the end of the world
This is the end of the world

Here, the Third World
Asks for blessings and goes to sleep
Among waterfalls, palm trees
Guavas and banana trees
To the song of the dove

Here, my panic and glory
Here, my bond and chain
I know my story well
It starts on a full moon
And ends before the end

This is the end of the world
This is the end of the world
This is the end of the world

My land has palm trees
Where the strong wind blows
From hunger, from fear, and much
Especially from death
Olelê, lalá

The bomb explodes outside
And now, what should I fear?
Oh, yes, we have bananas
Even to give away and sell
Olelê, lalá

This is the end of the world
This is the end of the world
This is the end of the world