Luar do Sertão

There is no, oh people, oh no
Moonlight like this of the backlands
There is no, oh people, oh no
Moonlight like this of the backlands

Oh! How I miss the moonlight of my land
There in the mountains whitening dry leaves on the ground
This moonlight here in the city so dark
Doesn't have that longing of the moonlight from the backlands

There is no, oh people, oh no
Moonlight like this of the backlands
There is no, oh people, oh no
Moonlight like this of the backlands

If the moon rises behind the green forest
It looks more like a silver sun silvering the loneliness
And we grab the guitar that plays
And the song and the full moon are born in our hearts

There is no, oh people, oh no
Moonlight like this of the backlands
There is no, oh people, oh no
Moonlight like this of the backlands

There is no more beautiful thing in this world
Than hearing a sad rooster in the backlands under the moonlight
It seems like the soul of the moon that rests
Hidden in the throat of that rooster sobbing

There is no, oh people, oh no
Moonlight like this of the backlands
There is no, oh people, oh no
Moonlight like this of the backlands

Oh, how I wish I could die there in the mountains
Embraced by my land, and sleeping at once
To be buried in a tiny grotto where in the afternoon the sururina
Cries its widowhood

There is no, oh people, oh no
Moonlight like this of the backlands
There is no, oh people, oh no
Moonlight like this of the backlands