Roda que Roda

I'm a child from Bossoroca, bordering there in São Luiz
I don't leave my burrow if I feel happy there
It may not be for others but for me it will always be
Land of the free and colts that no one will ever take

(Spin and spin and doesn't move
Spinning from hand to hand
Bis
The gourd is a world in a circle
In the sap of the heart)
Int.

I like the rural work in this school I grew up
The lasso and the bolas are lessons I memorized
I found the safe path, my campaign ABC
And by breaking a tough jaw, taking away its bluff and skill
( )Int.

My teacher was life, my world, my teacher
The best-known lesson was that of the singer
After the field work by the fire of the shed
I tune the guitar and sing in the mate circle