E quando eu me senti um pala velho Perdida na barranca do rio Tu me vestiu sem temer chuva ou frio

This well of silence, it’s empty and worn, Once held my thirst, but now it’s torn. Walls barely standing, memories fade, Dreams of youth, in silence laid.

He changes his pace with each step he takes In the same rhythm as the marsh that got soaked His hat's wide brim hits, which in other winds Withstood the August rains sent by God