Sistema Caipira
Gino e Geno
Country System
I was born in the countryside and grew up in the woods
In the old system of the native hillbilly
My hut down at the foot of the hill
By the banks of the most beautiful waters I find
They are waters that hit the mountain rock
And fall bubbling forming a stream
When it's dawn, the rooster already sings
Dad wakes us up and with hot coffee
Wake up, folks, the task awaits you
Dig the field and plant the seed
And around ten o'clock, mom is arriving
With the lunch pots for us
After the task, I would grab the gourd
Throw it on my back and hoe the furrow
I would come back making a straw cigarette
On the doorstep, I sit on the threshold
Here comes the little one, all smiling
Taking off my boots
From Monday to Friday, it's hard work
On Saturday, we look for a party
Sunday is the novena, I pray in the chapel
Life is beautiful the way it can be
And in her arms, I run my hand over the pine
And sing the little verses I wrote for her
