Rancho Triste

Sir, out in the countryside there still exists
A very sad little ranch
Because it has no resident
One day the farmer, full of children
Left the cornfield
And moved to the city

Thinking he would be happier than in the countryside
He left his hut
To live in the skyscraper
But it was all just an old dream
Today, without a home, without shelter
He plays his role

And the brunette misses the guitar
And the countryman misses the backcountry

And now, without land and housing
He lives in the periphery
Lonely and without reason
Now neither João, nor Maria
Just revolts every day
In search of his ground

And that sad ranch out in the woods
Awaits its native son
To be happy again
The return to the backcountry of a countryman
Is more than a desire
It is to live and be happy

And the brunette misses the guitar
And the countryman misses the backcountry.