Caboclo Na Cidade

Sir, I used to be a farmer in the Minas Gerais triangle
Where I had my little ranch
I had a good life with Isabel, my wife
And four chubby kids

I had two oxen for plowing, many pigs in the pigsty
And a good horse, saddled
A shotgun, fourteen milking cows
And a rice field in the marsh

In the city, I only went every fifteen or twenty days
To sell cheese at the market
And the rest of the time, I was relaxed, every day was a holiday
I fished the whole week

Many people tell me that true happiness doesn't exist
Then this happened, I decided to sell the farm
To come live in the city

It's been over twelve years since I've been living here
And I regret it
Everything is different here, I don't get along with these people
I live very upset

I don't even earn enough to eat, I don't know what to do
I'm almost going crazy
It's all luxury and vanity, I even think the city
Is not a place for a countryman

My daughter Sebastiana, who was always so nice
I feel sorry for the poor thing
She dated a long-haired guy who claimed to have everything
But I found out he had nothing

He left for other places, no one knows where he is
And the daughter is abandoned
It hurts my heart to see her situation
Neither lucky nor married

Even my old lady is changing her mind
You should see how she parades around
She goes to the beach, wears mini-skirts
And plucks her eyebrows

She doesn't even bother with me, she just wants to be fashionable
With her nails all red
After she matured, she started using makeup
Good Lord, how ugly

Going back to Minas Gerais, I know it's not possible now
My money is gone
I miss the little shack, I dream of my farm
In the Minas Gerais triangle

I don't even know how it happened, when I sold the farm
To come live in the city
Sir, on that day, I sold my family
And my happiness