Cuitelinho

I arrived at the edge of the port
Where the waves spread out
The heron turns around
And sits on the edge of the beach
And the cuitelinho doesn't like
When the rosebud falls, iá

Then when I came from my land
I said goodbye to my relatives
I entered Mato Grosso
I reached Paraguayan lands
There was a revolution
I faced a strong battle, iá

Your longing cuts
Like a knife blade
The heart becomes anxious
Beats one, the other sighs
Eyes fill with water
That even the sight gets confused, iá