Gaudêncio Sete Luas

The moon is a target
and the stars are bullets and bullets.
The south wind comes and I save myself
in the comfort of my poncho.

If there's thunder, the shouting,
my dagger already flashes.
Who doesn't show bravery
is already extinguished in the fight.

I marked the night's palette
with the sun that is burning iron.
The day came roaring,
to bathe in shallow water.

To warm me up, hot mate,
to cool me down, cold frost.
Who was born for the wind
won't stay for the seed.