Forgotten Fields

A forgotten spear reaches the surface

Emerging from the river that runs free

Surrounded only by death

And the wind drags the fog, which forbids him to see

Death's blow goes unleashed

Gone is the dawn that once lighted the bush

Now rain comes from heavy clouds

And the wind folds the hills in a rush

The wind saw the face of the captain without a name

Watching the fields, he saw a distant land

Dark glance, distant mist

This is the land that the world forgot

But it remembered a man without past

which in the natives' mind is lost

Time is like wind

Forests fustigate and thorns twist

Where war does always exists

He is fascinated with the wind on the trees

This is the captain's legend

Running and taming its land

Where the winds run untied, folks fear forgotten cries

The free land knows the time to be, and the moment of its victory