Segredos de Um Pescador

My land has palm trees where the sabiá sings
The rich sing, the poor sing, black or white come here
Grandfather used to say that we should love each other
And now I sing a xote that is for all of us to dance
Breaking the rhyme consciously which way to go
Twisting forward without wings to fly
Greed harms and the rush to arrive
Next to the door I light the pyre to warm the flame
(chorus)
The fisherman where he fishes this song
Inside a book or deep in the heart
The fisherman where he fishes this song
Inside a book or deep in the heart

But it beats strongly here on the side
Looking at the moon carefree
Waiting for immediate contact on the roof