Do Fundo da Grota

I was raised in the countryside
In a mud and grass ranch
That's why I sing like this
To remember my past

I grew up patched up
Sleeping in the sheds
Near a ground fire
With my hair smoky

When the morning star growls
I heat the kettle
Almost at dawn the day
My saddle horse
Neighs in the corral
While a sora rail
Sings proudly

I hear the fox's cry
And there in the pen
The dapple colt neighs
In the mouth of the night
A skunk appears to me
Comes to pee near the house
To tease the dogs

In a fur bed
I wake up at dawn
I hear a bare hand
Clapping in the marsh

I grew up wild and tough
Honoring the old system
Eating mixed beans
With little fat and no salt

When the morning star growls

I hear the fox's cry
And there in the pen
The dapple colt neighs
In the mouth of the night
A skunk appears to me
Comes to pee near the house
To tease the wild ones

I'm building a fence
At the edge of a corridor
On the handle of a post driver
Almost hands surrounded by calluses

In my grip I snap
And follow my countryside crew
And a wary partridge
Flies and startles the horse

When the morning star growls

In the corner of the grove
The whistling of a tinamou
In a trench the guan
The sabiá screams in the pitanga

And right on the edge of the stream
The cow and the calf bellow
In the noise of the cowbells
I find the yoked oxen

When the morning star growls