A Feira de Caruaru

The Caruaru Market
It's a pleasure to see
Of everything in the world
There is to sell
At the Caruaru market

There's cassava dough
Roasted chestnuts, raw eggs
Bananas, oranges, mangoes
Potatoes, sweet potatoes, cheese and cashews
Carrots, jabuticabas
Guinea fowl, chicken, duck and turkey
There's goat, sheep, pig
If you doubt, even a toad

There are baskets, woven baskets, ropes
Clogs, harnesses, armadillo shells
There's tobacco, there's a tobacco pipe
Made of zebu ox horn
A wooden mug
A good sieve and urucu honey
There are tree bark trousers
So the countryman doesn't walk naked

There are hammocks, bird traps
For boys to hunt tinamous
Okra, green onions
Tomatoes, squash, cabbage and chayote
Lunch cooked in clay pots
Mixed porridge like cornmeal
A tambourine stool
Made from the trunk of the mulungu tree

There are dishes, there's old iron
Shaved ice cream that makes you drool
Cold sugarcane juice
Fruits from the palm tree and mandacaru cactus
Vitalino's clay figurines
Known even in the South
Of everything in the world
You can find at the Caruaru Market