Luar do sertão

There is no, oh people, oh no
Moonlight like this of the backlands

Oh, how I miss the moonlight of my land
There in the whitening mountains, dry leaves on the ground
This moonlight here in the city so dark
Doesn't have that longing of the moonlight from the backlands

There is no, oh people, oh no
Moonlight like this of the backlands
There is no, oh people, oh no
Moonlight like this of the backlands

If the moon rises behind the green forest
It looks more like a silver sun silvering the loneliness
We grab the guitar that plays
And the song is the full moon being born in our hearts

There is no, oh people, oh no
Moonlight like this of the backlands
There is no, oh people, oh no
Moonlight like this of the backlands

If God listened to me with love and charity
He would grant me this wish, the ideal of the heart
It would be that death, to settle the score, would surprise me
And I would die on a moonlit night of my backlands

There is no, oh people, oh no
Moonlight like this of the backlands
There is no, oh people, oh no
Moonlight like this of the backlands