Catirina

Catirina who only wants
To eat the ox's tongue
Dried meat in the window
When someone looks at her
Thinks they value her

Oh, Catirina! Spare this ox
Oh, Catirina! Spare this ox
Who wants to grow

And there goes my ox, a gift from the city
A young lady can't keep up with me
Because longing is a moth, tearing the heart apart
And a beautiful woman is a prison key

Catirina who only wants
To eat the ox's tongue
Dried meat in the window
When someone looks at her
Thinks they value her

Oh, Catirina! Spare this ox
Mother, Catirina! Spare this ox
Who wants to grow

And there goes my ox at dawn
A beautiful girl cries, will miss me
When I leave
On the airplane, at the end of the year
I'll come back to find you

Catirina who only wants
To eat the ox's tongue
Dried meat in the window
When someone looks at her
Thinks they value her

Oh, Catirina! Spare this ox
Mother, Catirina! Spare this ox
Who wants to grow

And there goes my ox saying goodbye to her
She closes the window, locking my heart
He's a pasture ox carrying a saddle
Bringing shame to her and to Saint John

Catirina who only wants
To eat the ox's tongue
Dried meat in the window
When someone looks at her
Thinks they value her

Oh, Catirina! Spare this ox
Mother, Catirina! Spare this ox
Who wants to grow

And there goes my ox dragging the train
The tide hits in the middle of the creek
Taking a message to my lord Saint John
In the capital São Luís do Maranhão