Meu Reino Encantado

I was born in a happy place far away from the village
It was there that I lived many years with dad, mom, and siblings
Our house was a big house on the slope of a hill
A fenced area to separate calves and next to it a large corral

The backyard had a wood-fired oven and an orchard where birds sang
A covered area to store the pestle and the tools dad used
In the morning, I would go to the corn crib, pick an ear of corn
Shell it and throw it on the ground, the chickens would quickly gather

Our well-maintained ox cart, four pairs of top-quality oxen
Four yokes, sixteen bows leaning against the foot of the fig tree
Every Saturday, we would go to the village to shop for the whole week
Dad would shout at the oxen, I would go ahead to open the gates

Our small farm, surrounded by large estates
We had to sell the property to a big cattle rancher
And we moved to the big city, missing stayed by my side
The farm became a memory and my enchanted kingdom came to an end

Today, there are only three things that time has not yet erased
The old collapsed shack and the fig tree waving at me
And lastly, a longing for a good time that has passed
Forgotten under the fig tree, our old ox cart