Não Era Pra Ser
Quarteto Coração de Potro
It Wasn't Meant to Be
Three moons announcing the colt
And no sign of surrender to the ropes
The mean look peeking through the bangs
Kicking the shadow since the Sun wakes up
It was a dewy morning in May
When a snort would awaken the scene
False stillness tied to the fence
Rough image of a wild Moor
Little daughter, flower of my jasmine
Through the yard, with a joyful face
Dreaming colors in some song
In the freedom that innocence lends
Like a flash, played towards the hooves
Swinging the bangs on the colt's hock
And I, in awe of the crossroads
To run for father, or to pray to the Other!
Not even the forge made a rehearsal song
And even the wind dwindled in the grove
The four hooves like a fence
Rooted to hide secrets
Then the prayer that echoed distances
Made the beautiful flower dwell in my arms
Or the 'mule' itself wanted to spare childhood
For the purity of its tender features
Give me the reins to remove the bridle
So, gently, I will give you a blessing
And on this back only frosts
Will make a homeland out of gratitude
