Escolta de vagalumes

Returning to my land I was reborn
In the years I was away, I think I died
I missed my parents, brothers and companions so much
That at dusk, in the old yard
We sang the most beautiful songs

Tuned guitar and voice, perfect duet
I didn't sing far away, my chest hurt
In the big city I only had illusions

But I'm back, but I'm back, I'm back
And when passing through the gate, the forest and the perfume
I was escorted by the fireflies
For it was a beautiful moonlit night

But I cried, but I cried, I cried
Seeing my parents, my brothers coming to meet me
Happiness mixed my tears
With the night dew of this place of mine

I made money abroad, but it was all in vain
Nature is my world, I am the backlands
Running through the flower fields like a boy
Forget the sorrows and the nonsense
That life out there gave me

Listen to the thrush singing and the juriti
And the happiness of a bem-te-vi
Which seems to say: My friend is back

But I'm back, but I'm back, I'm back
And as you pass through the gate, the forest and the perfume
I was escorted by the fireflies
For it was a beautiful moonlit night

But I cried, but I cried, I cried
Seeing my parents, my brothers coming to meet me
Happiness mixed my tears
With the night dew of this place of mine