Llora Em Mi

There's goodbye,
When the truth ran out,
People walk,
The river never wants to come back

Man and salt,
Your hands hold me in the wind,
My death waits,
The door that takes you to the altar

Come back, come back, come back,
For the sky is big and with the moon,
Wait for the sun in the mornings,
Cry, cry, cry,
If a mother is in the north,
Cry in me.

If the road,
Is easy I no longer believe in the truth,
A pothole sounds
Like a spokesman between truths my singing.

Loneliness, that we hate
And miss when it's not here,
The blood is ours,
The milk that poisons our peace

Come back, come back, come back,
For the sky is big and with the moon,
Wait for the sun in the mornings,
Cry, cry, cry,
If a mother is in the north,
Cry in me
If a mother is in the north,
Cry in me.