Pagode Em Brasilia

Who has a woman who dates
Who has a stubborn donkey
Who has the field in the bush call me
I'll give you a hand
I clear the field from the bush, your crop improves
And the stubborn donkey, I spur him
And the woman who dates, I give her a scolding and send her away

In the state of Goiás, my pagode is sending
Vardomiro's bazaar in Brasília is the sovereign
In the strum of the guitar, I shook the Goiano ground
I'm going to pack up and say goodbye to the people from São Paulo
Goodbye, I'm leaving because Goiás is calling me

I live in a corner where nobody bothers me
In a house at the foot of the mountain, I live with the guitar
The Toad lives in the Swamp, the Thrush in the Cage
My voice lives in my chest and my verses in my head

The Clown lives in the circus, the rhyme in poetry
The Uirapuru in the forest, in the party lives the joy
The rich live in the center, the poor in the periphery
In a hut in Nazareth lived the Virgin Mary

I don't fall off the horse, nor the donkey, nor the branch
I make money singing, the guitar is my job
In a place where it's dry, I don't fall from thirst
I get up early and drink the dew drop
Play, guitar

I walk barefoot, stepping on the embers
Who doesn't like the guitar, don't step into my house
The guitar is ringing, the singer is standing
Who doesn't like the guitar, is not a good Brazilian
Play, guitar