Caboclo Sonhador
Fagner
Dreaming Caboclo
I'm a dreaming caboclo
My lord, you see
Don’t try to change my verse
If that’s the case, there’s no discussion
I’m heading back to the swamp
My prayers are getting weaker
Heart so country
Look how my gaze is heavy with sorrow
Drowning in the alleys of my past
Lost in the vastness of this place
When I remember the bravery of my little one
Always asking me about Bahia
Mega and Quinha, how are you, all good?
My song is as much as the thrush sings
I’m devoted to padim Ciço Romão
I’m a fan of our king of the cangaço
In my lap, struck by thoughts
In my child, thirsty, I want to arrive
Let me sing a lullaby
Make way for a new singer
Let my verse flow down the avenue
In a lively forró, so damn good
