Pisei Na Terra Fria
Mestre Irineu
Stepped on the Cold Ground
Stepped on the cold ground
In it I felt warmth
She's the one who gives me bread
My mother who raised us
My mother who raised us
And gives me all teachings
I entrust the material to her
And my spirit to the divine
From the blood of my veins
I made my signature
I entrust my spirit to god
And my body to the grave
My body in the grave
Despised in the open air
Someone speaks my name
At some point in thought
