Lá Na Roça
Martinho da Vila
Back in the Countryside
Blessed, praised be
Blessed, praised be
Back in the countryside, in the month of Mary (Blessed, praised be)
We celebrate night and day
At Zebedee's tent
I'm the auctioneer
So when it's moonlit night
You hear the singer singing
And every month of Mary
In the countryside, we have joy
We celebrate throughout the festivity
Singer singing,
Children playing,
Others in the chapel praying on their knees
We go on with life
That God from heaven sent
Thanking the life
That God from heaven sent
That God from heaven sent, oh oh oh oh
That God from heaven sent, oh oh oh oh
That God from heaven sent, oh oh oh oh
That God from heaven sent
I'm leaving this city already
I'm going to the countryside to seek freedom
Here I can't even breathe
Oh, how I miss it there
Here people kill even for money
Folks in the countryside are cooler
There, we are more human
And happiness
There is total and permanent
Singer singing,
Guitarists playing,
Others in the chapel praying on their knees
Thanking the life
That God from heaven sent
We go on with life
That God from heaven sent
That God from heaven sent, oh oh oh oh
That God from heaven sent, oh oh oh oh
That God from heaven sent, oh oh oh oh
That God from heaven sent
