Estrada de Canindé

Oh, oh, how nice
How nice, how nice it is
A road and a country girl
With us walking on foot
Oh, oh, how nice
How nice, how nice it is
A road and the white moon
In the Canindé backlands
The traveler there doesn't even know if it's a man or a woman
The rich ride on donkeys
The poor walk on foot
But the poor see on the roads
The dew kissing the flowers
See up close the campina rooster
That changes color when it sings
They wet their feet in the stream
Such fresh water, our Lord
They look at things closely
Things that, just to see
The Christian has to walk on foot