Acordo às Quatro

Wake up at four
Grab my coffee
Kiss the wife
And the kids too
Head to work
With the sky still dark
Breathing that pure air
That only my land has

Carrying with me
My scythe and hoe
Following the road
Heading to work in the fields
Listening to
The birds singing
Walking, alone
I have God to help me

I have the little ones
Sheep, pig, and chicken
I even have a little cow
That the wife takes care of
And the kids
I always tell Iracema
In Santana de Ipanema
All three will study

Because I don't want
My son illiterate
I want him on the right path
Of the abc primer

Myself
I never had that luck
But I fight until death
So they can learn