Casinha da Serra

Sad fate of a poor man when destined to the path of nothingness...
Only finds bitterness in the long road of thorns...
I wandered aimlessly through the world...
I disregarded the mountain house...
For loving a deceitful ingrate, I lost my dear mother and the pleasures of this earth...

Upon suffering this cruel betrayal, my sad intention was to leave and never return...
My poor old lady cried, kneeling, begged for me to stay...
But hatred stole my calm...
With a wounded soul, I left...
I went to fulfill my perverse destiny, mother, today I ask for your forgiveness...

Tomorrow I will leave early in the morning when the birds sing at dawn...
Sad moment of a farewell, goodbye dear land, goodbye companions...
With the moon of this dawn...
I bid farewell in a serenade...
I will sing a sad song to hurt the heart of this ungrateful tyrant...

How sad it is to live without anyone to whom I did so much good, who deceived me...
My old lady died of grief, today I carry on my face with wet tears...
This land that saw me born...
That can never be forgotten...
I will return to bring some flowers and offer them in praise to my dear mother...