Lago Verde-Azul
Helmo de Freitas
Green-Blue Lake
The fear of walking alone
Listening to voices and screams
And even the boat's whistle
In your imagination
Wide-eyed
The scared kid
Looking at that rough sea
Sometimes sweet, sometimes salty
In a summer storm
Shirtless on the edge
Rolled-up pants
He put a pebble on the road
When the sand splashed him
He felt a shiver
With that cold air
That the dam and river
And the waters he saw
Did not provoke him
(Coconut tree and fig tree in the bushes
Is the beautiful Lagoa Dos Patos
Oh true treasure
Green-blue lake
That in South America
God placed as a watering hole)
Times when there was still
The dance of the mullet
When the porpoise came
With seagulls in a flock
And among other animals
In the midst of the rushes
Wild ducks appeared
And today we no longer see
This symbol of the water
On full moon nights
We sat on the sand
To see if we heard the mermaid
Singing among the waves
And today I return there
To the place where I lived
Where I walked as a kid
I look at the lagoon in you
And see myself crying
(Coconut tree and fig tree in the bushes
Is the beautiful Lagoa Dos Patos
Oh true treasure
Green-blue lake
That in South America
God placed as a watering hole)
