No Meu Pé de Serra

There at the foot of my mountain
I left my heart behind!
Oh, how I miss you
I'm going back to my backlands!

In my field
I worked every day
But on my ranch
I had everything I wanted!

There they danced
Almost every Thursday
There was no shortage of accordions
And drink xote all night long!

The xote is good
To dance
We stick to the country girl
Don't let go!

One step there, another here
While the bellows are playing
He's moaning, he's crying
He's sniffling, complaining non-stop!