O Rio
Marisa Monte
The River
Listen to the sound of the river, my son
Let this sound lull you
The leaves that fall into the river, my son
End up in the waters of the sea
When tomorrow by chance lacks
A joy in your heart
Remember the sound of those waters from there
Make this river your prayer
Remember, my son, it passed, it will pass
This certainty, science gives us
That it will rain when the sun gets tired
So that flowers never lack
So that flowers never lack
