Igarapé Das Mulheres
O tempo leva tudo
O tempo leva a vida
Lá fora as margaridas fazem cor
Eu lembro a alegria
Boiar naquelas águas
E ver as lavadeiras lavando a dor
E lavavam a minha esperança perdida
De crescer lá no igarapé
E lavavam o medo que tinha da vida
E agora o meu medo o que é?
A minha nave, um tronco navegava
As estrelas, entre as palafitas
E as lavadeiras
Nas minhas aventuras, Poraquê
Pirarara, Piranha Peixe-Boi, Boto, Igara
E lavavam a minha paixão corrompida
As mulheres do igarapé
As Joanas, Marias, deusas, Margaridas
Lavarão o que ainda vier
Women's Stream
Time takes everything
Time takes life
Outside, the daisies bring color
I remember the joy
Floating in those waters
And seeing the washerwomen washing away the pain
And they washed my lost hope
Of growing up there in the stream
And they washed away the fear I had of life
And now, what is my fear?
My ship, a log, sailed
The stars, among the stilt houses
And the washerwomen
In my adventures, Poraquê
Pirarara, Piranha, Manatee, Boto, Igara
And they washed my corrupted passion
The women of the stream
The Joanas, Marias, goddesses, Margaridas
Will wash away whatever comes
Escrita por: Osmar Junior