Curvas do Rio

I'm gonna run a stretch
I'm gonna look for a land to work
To see if I let
This my poor old land rest
It was in Monarca the first clearing
Since then it's Sun and fire and hoe's handle
Wait for me, pay attention
Until the mouth of the water that comes
Don't cry, woman
I'll be back if God wills

It's tight
But what a long time of God in the catingueiro backcountry
I'm going away
Just taking a leap now in São Paulo, Triangulo Mineiro
It's hard, boy, this mosquito in the kitchen
The pure rope and the gourd without a grain of flour
The blessing of Afiloteus
I leave you in God's hands
Innocence, oh longing, you see
Father returns to the river curves

Oh, but you see
I have no more credit for a supply
I'm just falling
Into the hands of old Brolino himself at ten percent
It's hard, boy, to withdraw to someone else's stretch
With skin on the bone and souls in the old man's pockets
Wait for me, pay attention, you see
I'm a wanderer on the riverbank
Don't cry, woman
I'll be back if God wills
Don't leave the ranch empty
I'll be back to the river curves