Cuitelinho

I arrived at the edge of the port where the waves spread out
The heron turns around and sits on the edge of the beach
And the cuitelinho doesn't like it, that the rosebud falls
Oh, when I came from my land to say goodbye to my relatives
I entered Mato Grosso, right on Paraguayan lands
There was a revolution, I faced a strong battle
Your longing cuts like a knife blade
The heart becomes anxious, one beats against the other
The eyes fill with water until the sight blurs

Your longing cuts like a knife blade
The heart becomes anxious, one beats against the other
The eyes fill with water until the sight blurs