Riberonzinha

On the top
Of the little river
There's a mill
Where we winnow corn
We step on the millstone
Slaughter the pig
And light the fire
Grinding
Grinding corn
Son, of my woman
Fetching water with a bucket
To water the garden
Young man goes
To fetch the mill
Sharpen the knife for
The meal of stew
Antonia
Fries the fish
Crushes the cornmeal
To kill hunger
Joel in the yard
Looking up to the sky
Praying for rain
Our God in heaven
Sends down the rain
For all the Christians
In the little river
Simon and Gorgon
The son of thunder
Works hard
On his balcony
To make the bell