Segue o Seco [English translation]

The dry cattle

On the dry flood

The dry lightning

On the dry hoe

The drought goes on not knowing that the road is dry

Not knowing that the thorns are dry

Not knowing that dry is the Sun

Not knowing that some dry thorn will dry

And the water that knows will be a dry shot

And will dry your fate

Oh, rain, come to tell me

If I can go up there to spill you

Oh, rain, notice me

If the people above live in loneliness

If they don't wind up getting used to it

If they wind up remaining shut

If they wind up crying

If they wind up abandoned

It can be Saint Peter's tears

Or maybe a great love affair crying

It can be the unbuttoned sky

It can be the poured coconut

• Artist:Marisa Monte
• Album:Verde, Anil, Amarelo, Cor-de-Rosa e Carvão