Livre (não há machado que corte)

(There is no axe that cuts
the root of thought) [repeat]
(there is no death for the wind
there is no death) [repeat]

If upon dying the heart
the light that is dear to it died
life would be without reason
without reason

Nothing extinguishes the light that lives
in a love in a thought
because it is free like the wind
because it is free