Ave Maria do sertão

When the afternoon declines,
the countryside dresses in its silver mantle;
Everything is beautiful,
nature smiles in the green of the forest;
The birds sing
at the roadside in sweet harmony;
They chirp in prayer,
as if offering to the Virgin Mary:

Hail Mary of my backlands!
Give peace and love
to my heart.
Hail Mary of my backlands!
Give peace and love
to my heart.

Divine chords
ring the bells in the little chapel;
Guitars, violins
express passions in a small tent;
The country girl returns
to her hut, standing on the ground,
The beautiful cabocla
prays for infinite peace in her prayer:

Hail Mary of my backlands!
Give peace and love
to my heart.
Hail Mary of my backlands!
Give peace and love
to my heart.