Rosa Dos Ventos
E do amor gritou-se o escândalo
Do medo criou-se o trágico
No rosto pintou-se o pálido
E não rolou uma lágrima
Nem uma lástima para socorrer
E na gente deu o hábito
De caminhar pelas trevas
De murmurar entre as pregas
De tirar leite das pedras
De ver o tempo correr
Mas sob o sono dos séculos
Amanheceu o espetáculo
Como uma chuva de pétalas
Como se o céu vendo as penas
Morresse de pena
E chovesse o perdão
E a prudência dos sábios
Nem ousou conter nos lábios
O sorriso e a paixão
Pois transbordando de flores
A calma dos lagos zangou-se
A rosa-dos-ventos danou-se
O leito dos rios fartou-se
E inundou de água doce
A amargura do mar
Numa enchente amazônica
Numa explosão atlântica
E a multidão vendo em pânico
E a multidão vendo atônita
Ainda que tarde
O seu despertar
Wind rose
And from love the scandal was shouted
From fear, the tragic was created
Pale was painted on his face
And not a single tear fell
Not a pity to help
And we got into the habit
To walk through the darkness
To murmur between the folds
To get milk from stones
To watch time go by
But beneath the sleep of centuries
The show dawned
Like a shower of petals
As if the sky seeing the feathers
Die of pity
And it rained forgiveness
And the prudence of the wise
Didn't even dare contain it on his lips
The smile and the passion
For overflowing with flowers
The calm of the lakes became angry
The compass rose was damaged
The river beds are full
And flooded with fresh water
The bitterness of the sea
In an Amazon flood
In an Atlantic explosion
And the crowd watching in panic
And the crowd watched in astonishment
Even though it's late
Your awakening