Mariazinha

My house down at the foot of the mountain
All whitewashed full of flowers
I am a poor man who works the land
I don't have land, I'm a farmer
In the late afternoon when work ends
I go home, because I'm tired
Sweet-smelling and beautiful Maria
Makes dinner with candlelight
Blows out the candle and comes to where I am
In the late afternoon when work ends
I go home, because I'm tired
At night we both fall asleep
Meanwhile, the little belly grows
Another farmer is on the way

In a short time the Northeasterner dies
The huge drought discouraged me
Thirsty and hungry, my animals run away
No one helps this sufferer

Get my things ready for us to leave
Maria cries with longing and pain
Goodbye little land, I'll live on the street
Writing verses contemplating the moon
Retired as a farmer

In the late afternoon watching the sun set
Ah, I hide, I'm going to drink
I don't know why Maria cries
If she's homesick and wants me to leave
To die of hunger but making love.