Found in fields that are not seus,e saw that in your wounds the pain your está,em eyes there is only the solitude and it wastes only wants to the redio to return.
The sheep is eu,e I don't know other voz,por that when I fled, I got tired, I got lost.
I sought another other voz,mas I could not find.
Today I can new ouvir,de the voice of the Shepherd the me chamar,e I understood like this if of You I flee 99 or more will leave for trás,e you will go me to look for...