>>4230113Olha a faca de bom corte, olha o medo na garganta
O talho certo e a morte no sangue que se levanta
Onde havia um lenco branco brota um rubro de Sol-por
Se o lenco era colorado o novo e da mesma cor
Look at the sharp knife, look at the fear in the throat
The right cut and death in the rising blood
Where there was a white handkerchief, a sunset crimson sprouts
If the handkerchief was red, the new one is the same color