A o desfalecerem, como feridos, pelas ruas da cidade, ao exalarem as suas almas no regaço de suas mães, perguntam a elas: Onde está o trigo e o vinho?
They say to their mothers, “ Where is grain and wine?” As they faint like a wounded man In the streets of the city, As their life is poured out On their mothers’ bosom.
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