Pisei Na Terra Fria

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