Vaneirinha da Saudade
Os Serranos
Yearning Little Vaneira
How I miss, my childhood days
From my land, from everything I left there
My dog, old faithful buddy
I left, never hunted with you again
I still remember, the Sunday afternoons
When I danced, with my first girlfriend
On Sundays, there was always a horse race
I bet, a coin on the dappled mare
The memories, squeeze my heart
San Francisco, there in the neighborhood of the corner
