Ó Gente Da Minha Terra

This fate is mine and yours
Destiny that ties us
No matter how denied
To the strings of a guitar

Whenever a moan is heard
From a guitar singing
One is immediately lost
With the urge to cry

Oh people of my land
Now I understand
This sadness I carry
I received from you

And it would seem like tenderness
If I let myself be lulled
The bitterness would be greater
Less sad my singing

Oh people of my land
Now I understand
This sadness I carry
I received from you

Oh people of my land
Now I understand
This sadness I carry
This sadness I carry
I received from you