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Death took to the streets on such a day
In that nameless place for any purpose
A red drop falls on the sidewalk
And a river of blood comes out from an open chest
The wind that grows in the cane fields
And the scythe of a Portuguese harvester
And the sound of the anvil like a bugle from the sky
They say everywhere the Painter died
Your blood , Painter, demand another similar death
Only an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth is worth
To the murderous law, to the death that killed you
Your body belongs to the land that embraced you
Here we affirm you tooth for tooth like this
That one day he will laugh best who will laugh at last
At the curve of the road there are holes made in the ground
And in all of them the roses of a nation will bloom