Estrada de Chão
Brunno Santhos
Dirt Road
It's dust in your eyes
It's summertime
It's the cattle dying
It's people suffering from lack of bread
Without a drop of water
The backlands become sad
Without the green of the hills
Without water in the land
There's no plantation
And the rest of the cattle, the cowboy took
To eat what was left
Hey, herd, it's the cowboy's shout
Driving the cattle down the road
Dirt, rocky road
