Légua Tirana

Oh, what a long road
Oh, what a tyrant league
Oh, if I had wings
Today I would still see Ana
When the sun toasted the leaves
And drank from the stream
I went to Juazeiro
To say my prayer
I'm coming back exhausted
But with a joyful heart
Padim Ciço heard my plea
Made it rain in my backlands
I crossed over twenty hills
With sandals and feet on the ground
Even so, there's still a long way
To reach my homestead
I bring a rosary for Das Dores
A guitar for Reimundo
And for her, and for her
I bring myself and my heart