Luar do Sertão

Ah, what longing
For the moonlight of my land
There in the whitening sierra
Dry leaves on the ground
This moonlight here in the city so dark
Doesn't have that longing
For the moonlight of the backlands

There isn't, oh people, oh no
Moonlight like this of the backlands
There isn't, oh people, oh no
Moonlight like this of the backlands

The moon rises
Behind the green forest
It looks more like a silver sun
Silvering the darkness
And we grab the guitar that plays
And the song is the full moon
Being born in our hearts

There isn't, oh people, oh no
Moonlight like this of the backlands
There isn't, oh people, oh no
Moonlight like this of the backlands

The cold people
Of this land without poetry
Don't care about this moon
Nor pay attention to the moonlight
While the jaguar
There in the green of the thicket
Spends a whole hour
Watching the moon drift

There isn't, oh people, oh no
Moonlight like this of the backlands
There isn't, oh people, oh no
Moonlight like this of the backlands

There's nothing more beautiful
In this world than hearing a sad rooster
In the backlands, moonlight is made
It seems like the soul of the moon
Rests hidden in the throat
Of that rooster sobbing

There isn't, oh people, oh no
Moonlight like this of the backlands
There isn't, oh people, oh no
Moonlight like this of the backlands

Oh, how I wish
That I would die there in the sierra
Embraced by my land
And sleeping at once
To be buried in a tiny grave
Where in the afternoon the sururina
Cries its widowhood

There isn't, oh people, oh no
Moonlight like this of the backlands
There isn't, oh people, oh no
Moonlight like this of the backlands