No Trilho Do Sol
Quinta do Bill
On the Path of the Sun
More than 100 years have passed
I still remember
the drums in the distance
that one day called me.
I brought the eagle the message
that the raven read
released by the wind
to the children of the sun.
You can kill my body
and condemn my soul.
Should I paint my face
or smoke the peace.
I have already given my feather
to the seed of the earth
that yours will cry for
in the cycle of life.
