Divino Santo Antonio

I ask you, oh Antonio
In your beloved thirteen-day prayers
To bestow your blessings upon us
Throughout our lives
The thrush sang in the woods
There's cassava
In the flour house
He's a miller
I have to go
Patron Saint Anthony
In the rosary of your thirteen-day prayer
(Oh my God)
I turn from the middle to the back
(Oh, oh, oh)
But you know
(My Lord)
That this does not please me
I planted cassava, cut sugarcane
Harvested coffee
Sifted cornmeal
For the landlord's couscous
But he doesn't want me to let go
Of the handle of this hoe
The thrush sang in the woods...
In this large parish of yours
(My Lord)
Where Antonio Conselheiro
(Prayerful one)
Miracle worker of Canudos (Oh my God)
Prayed a whole rosary well
My Divine Saint Anthony
I made an ox cart
To bring Master Patricio
From the caxixis market
A fierce-looking cart driver
But your landlord didn't want it
The thrush sang in the woods...
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye my Saint Anthony
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, until next year