Luar do Sertão

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

Oh! How I miss the moonlight of my land
There in the mountains, dry leaves turning white on the ground
This moonlight here in the city is so dark
Don't you miss the moonlight from the backlands?

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

If the moon rises behind the green forest
It looks more like a silver sun silvering the solitude
And we take the guitar that plucks
And the song and the full moon rising from our hearts

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

There is no more beautiful thing in this world
Than hearing a sad rooster in the backlands, which makes moonlight
It even seems like the soul of the moon that decant
Hidden in the throat of this sobbing rooster

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

Oh, I wish I could die up there in the mountains
Embracing my land, and sleeping at once
To be buried in a small cave where in the afternoon the sururina
Cry over your widowhood

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