Beco sem Saída
Trio Parada Dura
Dead End
On the road of a wandering man's life
There are no flowers lining the path
And one could not walk among flowers
Who in their life only planted thorns
It is in this martyrdom that I live today
I keep stumbling on the road of life
And a branch full of thorns
Covered my path, surrounded my way
Now I am in a dead end
Today I arrived at a crossroads
I don't know which path to take
Because no path has a destination
For those who walk without a place to go
Whether I go left, whether I go right
It doesn't matter, to me it's all the same
Who is following the path to nowhere
Doesn't need to choose a road
Can go forward or go back
I am a living dead without direction in life
Wandering the world without a home
Serving as an example to the old saying
What you do on earth, you pay on earth
If the law of life acts with justice
And sends punishment when we err
Then send death to a vagabond
A poor wretch who lives in the world
Just weighing down on the earth
