Cajueiro

Oh cashew tree, take my hand here,
I've already worn leather, leggings, hat, jacket
I've ridden and fallen off cattle
And today I live in love with the woman with long hair.

Good cachaça is what we drink here
I drink it to have fun
but if one day I manage to leave the forest, goodbye mulatto

I'll drink until I fall until I drop.

And if a coffin passes by your door
Please don't ask whose it is
It was a cowboy who died drunk, in love, delirious
For the love of a woman.

Beautiful woman was, is, and will be my downfall
When I remember, it hurts my heart
I will stop singing and calling cattle
I will live... I will die in love, for the woman
with long hair.