The dewy clouds have left the sky.
The land is tired, the breath is dry.
There are some shadows that call the rain
By dancing samba so long again.
The night is endless, the seconds run,
The hope flickers, the fears are gone.
The silence here completely reins.
The blood still flows through fragile veins.
The hearts are beating the rhythm, the rimes,
The calm is over, a noise arrives.
It is a whisper of rustling leaves,
It is a herald of our beliefs.
You’re welcome here, unhappy soul,
We’ll play together dramatic role.
The echo tells us a secret word
That lets us enter the hidden world.
You’re crazy also, you are with us.
Forget your doubts and don’t fuss.
The fervor boldly pervades the murk.
Until the morning you are a spark.
The East is rushing to bring the rays.
The sky is blackened. It rains! It rains!