For Natércia

No misty songs of love rehearsed,
Just the sarcastic truth
To satisfy the mental thirst
Of your insurgent youth.

Let's play the drums of change, my friend,
And ditch this boring place,
Rage on until the bitter end
With tenderness and grace.

Natércia, let loose your light,
Illuminate and thrill,
Do not give in without a fight,
Oh sunshine of Brazil!

                                    October 3, 2004
                                  --Alexander Shaumyan