Santo Antônio da Patrulha

(Ha, ha my dear Santo Antônio, I still bring the sweet lips
from the last sugar cane I ate around here, Tchê!)

I come from Santo Antônio
Beloved land where my parents were born
Bringing the title of citizen
Glorious land of the sugarcane fields
Thank you very much, Mr. Mayor
Honorable council members
For the tribute that honors me so much
I send you a handful of flowers

My Santo Antônio is a saint of marriages
The land of an orderly people
Earned your holy name
From the big farm the sugarcane falls from the mill
Sugar is a vitamin and sweetens the verse I sing

(The Santo Antônio's sugarcane is tastier
than cousin's courtship in the kitchen, sir)

The patrulhense is a famous man
Traditional of the kings' suit
Salutes Jesus on Christmas night
Continues singing until the sixth day
The type intones the end of each verse
Listening to the master and the foreman
From Pitangueiras to Catanduva
From Barrocadas to Campestre

Two guitars, violin and ukulele
From the city to the Pinheirinhos
From Monjolo to Evaristo
The suit goes through the night visiting
Only he knows how to sing the birth of Christ

(The patrulhense in Rio Grande is the king of the kings' suit)

I want to return to beautiful Santo Antônio
Drink sugarcane juice from the mill
Eat biju inside the tafonas
I know when I go, but I don't know when I'll come back
My dear people from Santo Antônio
My fellow citizens by document
Count on me for whatever comes
At any time and every moment.

Dear people, thank you for the title
With this rhymed verse
I finish this song
My Santo Antônio
Wherever I go with me
I will always carry you in my heart

(To finish, here's another hug for those good people from Santo Antônio)