Vida Marvada

You don't know
How good it is to live
In a little white thatched house
With a woman to caress us
With a hen
Two or three chicks
The sun is hot
We set up the hammock
Grab the guitar hanging on the wall
Light up the pipe, spit, and kick back
And let life be as God wants

Oh, country life!
There's no point in doing anything!
Why make an effort
If it's not worth working?

I don't know why
Nothing grows here
It's just grass, just weeds and thorns
Rice doesn't grow, nor corn or beans
I don't know what exists in this soil
Early in the morning
I look at the little farm
To see if something sprouted
But, no way, nothing sprouted
Planting grows, but not crying, no!