Do Fundo da Grota

I was raised in the campaign
In a ranch of clay and grass
That's why I sing like this
To remember my past
I created myself as a copycat
Sleeping in the shed
Near a ground fire
With smoky hair

When the morning star breaks
I heat the kettle
It's almost dawn
My little bit of harness
Neighing in the stable
While a rail
It sings perched

I hear the cry of sorro
And there in the picket
The gray colt neighs
In the night
A little fox appears to me
Come pee near home
To show off with the guapecada

On a bed of sheepskin
I wake up in the middle of the night
I hear a naked hand
Cornering in the marsh
I grew up wild and wild
Honoring the old system
Eating scrambled beans
With little grease and no salt

When the morning star breaks
I heat the kettle
It's almost dawn
My drop of harness
Neighing in the stable
While a rail
It sings perched

I hear the cry of sorro
And there in the picket
The gray colt neighs
In the night
A little fox appears to me
Come pee near home
To make fun of the dogs

Reforming a fence
At the edge of a corridor
On the handle of a pestle
With callused hands
I snap my sleeve
And I continue my journey
And a wary partridge
The horse flies and scares me

When the morning star breaks
I heat the kettle
It's almost dawn
My drop of harness
Neighing in the stable
While a rail
It sings perched

I hear the cry of sorro
And there in the picket
The gray colt neighs
In the night
A little fox appears to me
Come pee near home
To show off with the guapecada

There in the center of the capão
I hear the chirping of a nambu
In a trench the jacu
The thrush screams in the pitanga
And right on the shore of the stream
The cow and the calf bleat
In the noise of the cowbell
I find the yokes of oxen

When the morning star breaks
I heat the kettle
It's almost dawn
My drop of harness
Neighing in the stable
While a rail
It sings perched

I hear the cry of sorro
And there in the picket
The gray colt neighs
In the night
A little fox appears to me
Come pee near home
To hang out with the dogs