Chimarriando Só
Os Monarcas
Chimarriando Alone
How sad to see now my little ranch
It was so beautiful, a pleasure to look at
I lost the joy of taking care of my home
When the girl decided to leave me
(Chimarriando alone
Lost gaze missing my love
Chimarriando alone
This bitterness is the bitterest one can have)
Old kettle also whistles with longing
Water in the gourd soaks the herb with emotion
Warm gourd the color of brown skin
From that girl who wounded my heart
Night comes and dawn is slow to arrive
Outside the wind moans around the shed
Dawn breaks, the herb is already washed
I am alone by the stove
