Now, yes! Let's die together
Tamarindo my misfortune
You, with the aging of the rib
I, with the aging of tissues!
Ah! Tonight is the night of losers!
And the rot, old man! And this future
Ultrafatalidade boned
What we find ourselves reduced!
Not die, but your seeds!
And so, for the future, in different
Forests, valleys, forests, farmlands, trails
The multitude of thy branches
By much in life that we love
After death, we inda children