Gavião

I shot but didn't kill
Little bird from Angola
There went my lost shot
Hawk flew away and left

Flew away, flew away
Flew away, let it fly
On the branch of the imbaúba
Hawk Totoriá

I shot but didn't kill
There went my lost shot
My gunpowder was burned
My lead was melted

If I knew you were coming
As you certainly did
I would have swept the path
With a cypress twig

If I knew it was like this
I wouldn't have come here
I would have stayed at home
Sleeping in my hammock

If I knew you were coming
I would have prepared myself
With my house cleaned
And my hair combed