Aos nossos filhos [English translation]

Forgive us our grim face

Forgive us for the lack of embrace

Forgive us for the lack of space

The days where like this

Forgive us for the many dangers

Forgive us for the lack of shelter

Forgive us for the lack of friends

The days where like this

Forgive us for the lack of leaves

Forgive us for the lack of air

Forgive us for the lack of choice

The days where like this

And when they write it out

And when they cut the cords

And when they unbuckle the safety belts

Throw a party for me

When they wash away the sorrow

When they wash the soul

When they wash the water

Wash your eyes for me

When the flowers blossom

When the forests grow back

When they pick the fruits

Tell their taste to me

• Artist:Ivan Lins