A Morte Saiu À Rua

Death took to the streets on a day like this
In that nameless place for any purpose
A red drop falls on the sidewalk
And a river of blood flows from an open chest

The wind that blows through the sugar cane
And the sickle of a Portuguese reaper
And the sound of the anvil like a trumpet from heaven
Are saying everywhere the painter has died

Your blood, Painter, demands another equal death
Only eye for an eye and tooth for a tooth is worth
To the murderous law to the death that killed you
Your body belongs to the earth that embraced you

Here we affirm eye for an eye like this
That one day he who laughs last will laugh better
In the curve of the road there are graves dug in the ground
And in all of them roses of a nation will bloom