Caminheiro/ A Vaca Já Foi Pro Brejo (pot-pourri)

Wayfarer who's heading towards my homeland
Please make a stop at the white house on the hill
There lives an old lady, crying for her son
That old lady is my mother, and her son is me
Hey, wayfarer, take this message of mine
Hey, wayfarer, take this message of mine

The world is lost, no longer getting better
Today's children no longer obey their parents
It's the beginning of the end, I can see the signs
Half of the youth are turning into criminals
It's a bunch of snakes, the boys go ahead
The girls follow behind

Poor father and poor mother working themselves to death
They work hard to put food on the table and send their kids to school
Buying a car in installments for their kids to drive around
The kids keep spinning tires, making them screech
I heard a son say 'My dad has to suffer'
I didn't tell anyone to get married

The son acts like a king, the daughter acts like a queen
They run the house and no one can say a word
They tell their mother to shut up, poor thing stays quiet
The father is useless, he's off track
Singing now, I say a yard without a rooster
The ones singing are the chicks

To see his daughter graduate, a good friend of mine
Ate the bread of sorrow, the poor man suffered
When his daughter graduated, it was all disappointment
She told her father 'I'm leaving'
Poor father bathed in tears, his sorrow was so great
That the poor old man died

My teacher is God in the heights, the world is my school
I know how to criticize while singing: God gave me the privilege
I kill the snake and show the stick, I kill without stoning
I also kill the seven-headed dragon without harming
We're at the end of respect, the old world has no hope
The cow has gone to the swamp