Setembro
Marina Lima
September
Springtime
Everything wants to be tried
All the borders
Want to disappear
Those who don’t face love
Will end up a sheep
In a shepherd's pocket
It’s September
Everything tries to rise above
And overflowing to the brim
Life wants to burst forth
Those who don’t face love
Will mess things up
In the wake of resentment
A world without hunger anymore
Without oppression
Without trafficking, without terror
And with unity/education
Springtime
Everything’s in the red and without light
But if someone asks
We say everything’s blue
On TV someone from the tide
A Brazilian
Says she’s happy and she is
A world without hunger anymore
Without oppression
Without trafficking, without terror
And with unity/education
