No Rancho Fundo
Silvio Caldas
In the Deep Ranch
On the deep ranch
Far beyond the end of the world
Where the pain and longing
They tell things about the city
On the deep ranch
With a sad and deep look
A dark-skinned man sings about his sorrows
Having watery eyes
Poor brunette
That afternoon in the serene
Wait for the moon in the yard
Having a cigarette for a companion
Without a wave
He picks up the guitar
And the moon for alms
Come to this brunette's backyard
On the deep ranch
Far beyond the end of the world
There was never more joy
Neither night nor day
The groves
They no longer tell secrets
And the last palm tree
Already died in the mountain range
The little birds
They hibernated in their nests
This sadness is so sad
Fills nature with darkness
All because
Just because of the brunette
What was big, today is small
To a thatched house
