Balada da Caridade

To me the rain on the roof
Is a lullaby
But for my poor Brother
For him the cold rain
Is coming into his shack
And makes mud on the floor

How can I
Have peaceful sleep
If in the day that passed
I crossed my arms?

How can I be happy
If to my poor Brother
I closed my heart
I refused my love? (repeat)

To me the whistling wind
Is a nocturnal melody
But for my poor brother
He hears the wind in anguish
For the wind, that villain
Unravels his shack