Cuitelinho

I arrived at the port's edge
where the waves spread the heron turns around
and sits on the beach
and the cuitelinho doesn't like
when the rosebud falls oh, oh

when I came from my land
I said goodbye to my relatives
I passed through Mato Grosso
entered Paraguayan lands
there was a revolution
I faced a strong battle

your absence cuts
like a steel blade
the heart becomes anxious
beats once, then falters
the eyes fill with water
that even the sight gets confused