Pronúncia do Norte

There is a premonition of death
From the deep where I come from
The ancients call it relho
New rich are bad luck

It's the Northern pronunciation
Fools call it vile

Weak hemisphere, another strong
Noon, don't be sad
I don't know if the compass exists
And the plan may fail

No war, in neighborhood or court
It's the Northern pronunciation
It's a premonition of death
The river runs to the sea

I have no boatman
Nor will I row
I seek paths
New to walk

You picked the branches
Where they landed
Of frost, to pearls
The sources dried up

The river runs to the sea
And there is a premonition of death

And the webs that glaze
In the windows
Wait for a boat
Similar to them

I have no boatman
Nor will I row
I seek paths
New to walk

It's the Northern pronunciation
The river runs to the sea