Guri

From my father's old clothes, I wanted my mother to make
A saddlebag, a pair of baggy trousers, and give them to me

I wanted berets, espadrilles, and a loyal dog
To help me herd the cows in my little field

I will have an abacus and you want to read my book
I will learn to do calculations and write a letter
So that Mr. Bento's daughter knows she is my sweetheart
And if it's not written, I don't have the courage to say

I want an eight-bass accordion to hear the sound that comes out
With the style of Alegrete and spurs from Ibirocai
A red handkerchief and a leather pouch bought in Uruguay
So they say when I pass by: He looks just like his father!

And if God doesn't find it too much, all the things I asked for
Don't let me leave this ranch where I was born
Don't wake me up so early from my boyhood dream
And as a bonus, allow me to never leave here
And as a bonus, allow me to never leave here