Recorrendo Os Aguapé

Tomorrow in the early morning I'll go to the village
I'll once again go through the water hyacinths
Finish some shingles with a hammer
I'll find a sandal for my foot

Every now and then a stroll through the village
Where the lazy ones nap
It's not too much for those who live on a ranch
To quench the thirst listening to an accordion

And when there's a friendly smile left
For a cowboy who roams where he pleases
The old world melts into a hug
And one feels the desire to stay

New week with almost dry saddlebags
But I don't mind, it's what enchants us
Next month I'll be back, God forbid
To quench the thirst listening to an accordion