Judia De Mim

Jewess of me, Jewess
If I am not deserving of this love
If I cry
Did you not notice?
It's you that I adore
I carry this feeling of mine
Without resentment
Yes, good sugarcane
Is known by the knot
Whistling between teeth
A mournful song
Among shards and splinters
I remained, tough in the hooves
Well seasoned by the smell of armpits
Jewess of me...
And whoever dances any dance
In calm waters doesn't know what it is
Unfamiliar with hope
In false love, believes
Who feeds on peace
Is content with crumbs
Does not worry
And corrects
Their own flaws