Meio Dia

I wipe off the sweat of noon
Whistling the melody
I try to satisfy
With a sip from the gourd
The thirst passes but the fast doesn't
The fast, the fast, oh.

The sun heats up my head
Oh my goodness, don't forget
Also to warm up
With your kisses my life
And the leftovers of the food
That remained from dinner.

João ran out of flour
And the kerosene in the kitchen
In the beans, it's already done

Dad, bring a chintz dress
I want to look pretty
Pretty like a mateu

Have patience, my people
It was the drought and the flood
And I'm not the one to blame.