Cio da Terra / Eu, a Viola e Deus / Bruto, Rústico e Sistemático

It's our voice
Duet with the sound of this divine instrument
Married to the melody of our desire and our feelings
Echoing inside every heart
Carrying the flavor of true, sweet, and pure poetry
From a simple sound
But it moves and spreads joy

This sound was born out in the countryside
Came from the fields, from the farm
Came to speak and to defend
Only the things that are ours
We don't have anything against the tunes from outside
But we won't trade the sound of our country guitar
For a rock 'n' roll guitar sound
I'd choose our stories, our chats
Our hunting songs a thousand times over
Our simple and beautiful way
That only we have to talk about love

What could be better than this?
Guitar, acoustic guitar, a shot of good whiskey, a straw cigarette
And two good singers
Of course, all of this with God’s protection
Without stepping on anyone
We fight to defend
And whatever depends on us
Culture will never die

Harvesting the wheat
Collecting every grain of wheat
Forging in wheat the miracle of bread
And feasting on bread

Hey, hey
Hey, hey

Cutting the sugarcane
Collecting the juice from the cane
Stealing the sweetness of honey from the cane
Getting sticky with honey

Hey, hey
Hey, hey

Caressing the earth
Knowing the earth's desires
The heat of the earth, a fruitful season
And fertilizing the ground

Hey, hey
Hey, hey

And fertilizing the ground

I left, and at that moment, a little bird sang
Because I came alone
Me, the guitar, and God
I arrived slow, scared, startled by the stones in the path
I got here early
Me, the guitar, and God

Waiting to find love
That’s in the old tunes and songs
Like the songs for us to sing
In the breaks of the great backlands

The dust of the old dirt road
Left marks on my heart
And on the palms of my hands and feet
The scratches from a woman

Hey, this time for us to leave is painful
How it hurts
Me, the guitar, and God
Hey, this time for us to leave is painful
How it hurts
Me, the guitar, and God

Everything that comes on TV my woman wants to do
Doesn't think of the consequences
She went and did a topless
When I saw it, it stressed me out
I lost my patience

For disrespecting me
I had to handle my woman
My way of correcting
In the room, I locked her up
Fifteen days imprisoned
And with her, I don't bother

Not here
I might not be nice
With me, there are no excuses
My upbringing is rough
The truth can't be stolen
I'm rough, rustic, and systematic

Last weekend
I met my youngest daughter's boyfriend
I thought it didn't match
He had earrings in his ears
And his body full of tattoos

I couldn't stand it for long
In this relationship, I had to speak up
The guy was a rocker
It wouldn't work with a guitarist
We wouldn't match

Not here
I might not be nice
With me, there are no excuses
My upbringing is rough
The truth can't be stolen
I'm rough, rustic, and systematic

The system I was raised in
Sees two guys hugging
To me, that was confusion
A woman kissing a woman
Two guys cuddling
My God, what a disappointment

But in this modern world
There’s no right or wrong
Thinking it’s bad is prejudice
But I won’t stray from my essence
To me, that’s indecency
And no one will change my way

Not here
I might not be nice
With me, there are no excuses
My upbringing is rough
The truth can't be stolen
I'm rough, rustic, and systematic