O Homem da Terra

Where is the man
The man of the earth
Who works the ground?
He is the nameless hero
Who cultivates the land
That gives us bread

Looking at the weather
He's asking for rain
Or wishing for sun
Praying for no frost
That punishes his plantation

In the cry of the cattle
In the roar of the tractor
In the song of the harvest
In everything his love

Working the land, he is happy
He is the strength of this country