Cheiro de Mato
Fátima Guedes
Scent of the Woods
Oh, oh the woods, the scent, the sky
The nightingale in the middle of Brazil
The Uirapuru sings to me
And I am happy
Just for being able to be
Just for it being morning, morning, morning
Morning, morning
In this clearing the Sun
Undresses like a game
Warmly enveloping every living being
Taperebá
Cinnamon, tapinhoã, na na na na
I do nothing
To disturb the crazy wild birds
Or inhibit any sleepy plant
Or scare the howler monkeys in the aroeira tree
In counterpoint with urban sparrows
So happily free within my plans
More amazed than my twenty years
Untamed and free like me
