Muralhas da Solidão

Mother
I received your memories and felt
Like a child receiving your blessing
Mother
Then I felt the reality of how much missing hurts and how much a heart suffers
Mother
I'm doing well here, I also pray for you, my dear holy mother
Mother
From the silence that is your scream, from your infinite love I made my profession of faith
Here freedom is so difficult, only injustice and falsehood roam the horizons
Mother
Any nerve of steel here shatters into a thousand pieces due to the crushing routine
Mother
Everything is different here, I live among so many people and feel alone, with my pain
But I turn this pain into a smile, my hell into paradise by planting in the mud and harvesting a flower

At six o'clock, the light of another day fades
In the gloomy afternoon, the bell tolls moments of prayer - Hail Mary
Everything is getting quiet
Only in the city can you hear cries, car noises, meters, and colorful sounds
They come with a child's laughter
And so our whole environment becomes more enclosed and silent by the walls of solitude and hopelessness
At nine o'clock, the sentinel in his distant watchtower over one of the strong and giant gates begins the call to silence on his bugle
The siege of solitude tightens as the lights go out
Night of ghosts and darkness from there
Mother
I have to stop, because now everything is silent around here