Luar do Sertão

Oh, how I miss the moonlight of my homeland
Up in the whitening hills
Dry leaves on the ground
This moonlight here in the city so dark
Doesn't have that longing
Of the moonlight from 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 strums
And the song and the full moon
Being born in our hearts

There's no, oh people, oh no
Moonlight like the one from the backlands

There's nothing more beautiful in this world
Than hearing a sad rooster
In the backlands, making moonlight
It's as if the soul of the moon that sings
Hidden in the throat
Of that rooster sobbing

There's no, oh people, oh no
Moonlight like the one from the backlands

Oh, how I wish that if I died up in the hills
Embraced by my homeland
And sleeping all at once
To be buried in a tiny grove
Where in the afternoon the surunina
Cries its widowhood

Bluebird, bluebird, companion
Go, go see my ungrateful one
Tell her that without her the backlands are no longer the backlands
Ah! fly bluebird, go tell companion go
Bluebird, bluebird...