História dos Passarinhos

I planned a walk, very early on Sunday
I took my guitar and went to the woods alone
I discovered a fig tree with branches full of nests
And I spent the whole morning under this fig tree
Appreciating the little birds

I found the life of these little animals so beautiful
I could perfectly see them coming with fruit in their beaks
I could see when they fed the little ones
And there I was, entertained by the so fun life
Of these little animals

Then an old black man came, bringing a little black boy
And the boy had a cage with a little animal inside
I asked, 'What animal is this?' He said, 'This is a canary'
'With this animal here
In the forests around, I hunt any bird'

He sang so much that poor little animal doubled over
It seemed to say, 'It's sad to live alone'
Just because I went to look for food for the little ones
And I took from this trap, today here in this prison
And I never went back to my nest

Then I started remembering what happened to me
Many years ago, the police arrested me
The judge sentenced me, then forgot about me
And through the radio I listened
The Mateadores were singing and that moved me

Then I asked, 'How much do you want for the little animal?'
He replied, 'I don't sell, I hunted for my little boy'
But a voice came out of the boy's mouth
The cage cost 10, whoever gives me 20 reais
Can take the bird

I bought it with the cage and everything to avoid arguments
And I opened the little door and my heart
And the little animal was coming out, and I took my guitar
And in a little verse I said
What you were suffering, I suffered in prison

Whoever hunts with a cage to see the animals behind bars
Should be punished by the same authority
Because the hearts of the animals also cherish friendship
Oh! Law, do what you can, but the animals also want
To have the same freedom