Minas Gerais

There is no place I like more
Than the mountains of Minas Gerais
When I am old, when I am a grandfather
That's where I'll go

From a hill being able to see
Diamantina and then remember
When I was a young boy
On the road with my friends, in the back seat

Hearing the bell ring from afar
Drinking cachaça sitting at the bar
A cold wind
Blue sky

In the late afternoon, bread with coffee
At night, a broth in any alley
In the early morning, drink and leave
Early in the morning, the church and the rising sun

Today flying in an airplane
I felt nostalgic and looked down
I saw the mountains that I never saw again
Oh, Minas Gerais