Agosto, 7. 70 X 7 vivas!

Caetano, meu coetâneo!

To Sylvia Likens

Sorry for your pain, for
Your life turned into a hell
Look what they did to you!
Voices from Heaven, only they, can speak for your
Innocent blood
Ask them why they had no heart at all

Lovely resigned girl
Incredibly, you kept your dignity
Keys, a million of them, won't free you from that cage
Excuses nor repentances will ever return your smile
Nobody moved a muscle for you
Still nothing prevented you from becoming a now free angel