Canto de Guerreiro Mongoió

Uiúre iquê uatapí apecatú piaçaciara
Unheên uaá uicú arauaquí ára uiúre Ianêiara

After, after many years
I returned to my old home
Disillusions that disappoint
I had nowhere to rest
They cut the palm tree trunk
Platform of an old sabiá
And the old olive tree trunk
Thrown in a corner over there
What ingratitude over there

Goodbye, I'm going to Tromba
Where Maneca cried
From there I'm going to Ramalho
To the green valley of Yuyú

One day I was very young
I heard from an old singer
Sitting in the Bandeira square
That watches over the heroes' tomb
He spoke of the time of conquest
Of the land by the invader
Who in inhuman attacks
Defeated the mongoió Indians
Brave mongoió

He spoke of ancient knights
First to make a home
In the Gibóia valley in Outeiro
Filicia, Coati, Tamanduá

I ask then where are your children
The men of opinion
Doesn't it hurt to see them in exile
Wandering on slippery ground?
In the terms of the Immaculate Virgin
I no longer see children in the moonlight
For these I retreat
I'm going to sing somewhere else
Sing so as not to cry

Goodbye, I'm going to the shade
To the valley of the Gavião river
In my heart I will carry your name
Your image in this song

Finally tired of your tricks
Your filters, your ingratitude
I leave you in strange hands
My children will not love you
And just as the water leaves the source
I also leave you no more
Perhaps I will still sing of exile
Of the flowers, the bride among the sheets
Of the white coffee plantations

Goodbye, goodbye my foothills
Beloved cradle where I was born
If one day they make war on you
Your son will come to die for you