No Ponteio da Viola

I learned to play viola and had no teacher
I made this new pagode just to show my worth
And to say some things that someone once told me
It's a very true saying, as my grandfather used to say
In the mouth of those who are not good, what is good has no value

I'm a country girl, I sing with the birds
With God and the viola in my arms, I'm never alone
In the garden I cultivate, the rosebush doesn't prick
For an abandoned bird, eight twigs are a nest
For those who are already lost, any path is a way

Water hits hard stone, it pierces and doesn't soften
The crop I plant, even if it doesn't rain, grows
I know that the one who hits doesn't remember, the one who is hit doesn't forget
The scorn of a false love, my heart doesn't suffer
The yard where the rooster crows, the hens obey

At the gate entrance, the rug turns into a doormat
In the Andes mountain range, the banana tree doesn't bear fruit
In the viola's picking, my fingers run on the steel
In the pagode's beat, everything I seek I find
I give the viola as a gift to those who do what I do