Meu Pequeno Cachoeiro

I spend my life remembering
Everything I left behind
Cachoeiro, Cachoeiro
I came to Rio de Janeiro
To return and didn't
But I confess in my longing
The pains I caused myself
For all the tears of these sorrows
I will still gather in the waters
Of your Itapemirim

My little Cachoeiro
I live only thinking of you
Oh, how I miss these lands
Among the mountains
Sweet land where I was born!

I remember the house where I lived
The high wall, the orange grove
My flambuaiã in the spring
How beautiful it was
Casting shade in the backyard

My school, my street
My first madrigals
Oh, how the thought flies
When remembering the good land
Things that will never return!

My little Cachoeiro
I live only thinking of you
Oh, how I miss these lands
Among the mountains
Sweet land where I was born

You know, my Cachoeiro
I brought a lot from you
And all these things made me know how to grow
And today I remember you
I remember and feel like a child again!

My little Cachoeiro
I live only thinking of you
Oh, how I miss these lands
Among the mountains
Sweet land where I was born!