O Som da Viola
Cido Viola e Serginho
The Sound of the Guitar
When I hear the sound of the guitar
Tears quickly fall
Upon this country heart
By a wood stove
Singing country songs
I heard my father's voice
And the sound of the guitar
Every song he sang
Beautiful stories that moved
Preserved with love and respect
The country culture
Today I follow my dear father's tradition
I sing country songs with friends
I carry in my heart a great legacy
His guitar
Guitar when I hear its sound
I get emotional and start to cry
I miss a countryman
To the sound of the guitar he taught me to sing
Guitar, my guitar
The sound of the land is in its strings
I want to honor what my father cultivated
For I am a countryman of roots and tradition
Guitar cries
