Gente da Minha Terra

Oh people of my land
Now I understand
This sadness I carry
It was from you that I received

This fate is mine and yours
Destiny that binds us
No matter how denied
To the strings of a guitar

Whenever a moan is heard
From a guitar singing
One is immediately lost
With the urge to cry

Oh people of my land
Now I understand
This sadness I carry
It was from you that I received

And it would seem like tenderness
If I let myself be rocked
The bitterness would be greater
My singing less sad

Oh people of my land
Now I understand
This sadness I carry
It was from you that I received

Oh people of my land
Now I understand
This sadness I carry
It was from you that I received