Poem: Drummond | Translation André Morais
The night fell. What a night.
I can no longer see my brothers
nor can I hear the rumors
that yesterday made me worry.
The night has come down.
In the houses, in the streets
where people wage war,
in the fields where they die,
the night spread fear
and total misunderstanding.
The night fell. Loudly!
Hopeless the whispers
denouce a dark presence
that freezes the soldiers.
The love can't open the way
into the night. Undying night,
complete, without breaks,
the night dissolves men,
she says it's useless to suffer,
the night dissolves the countries,
it destroys the generals
medals and uniforms.
The night turned everything into night
for the world there is no medicine
those who have killed themselves were right.
