A Sede do Peixe (Para o Que Não Tem Solução)

For what sweat didn't give me
The fire of love taught
To be the clay under the sun
To be rain tilling the backlands
Like Aleijadinho from Sabará
And the seed of bananas

For what has no solution
The thirst of the fish taught
The water of the sea is not worth to me
Nor wine, nor glory, ship
Nor the salt of the tongue that kisses the cold
Not even all the anger

For what has no more reason
The calm of the madman taught
To say nothing
For what has nothing left
The calm of the madman taught
To say reason