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