Chora Viola

I don't fall off the horse
Nor off the donkey or the rooster
I make money singing
The viola is my job

In the place where it's dry
I don't fall from thirst there
I wake up at dawn
And drink the dew drops, cry, viola

I don't get fooled
I don't buy a vine for a lasso
I don't sleep with my boots on
I don't give a kiss without a hug

I made a mark in the woods
I did it with care and tied a knot
I help my friends
I feel sorry for my enemies, cry, viola

The Moon owns the night
The Sun owns the day
I admire the women
Who enjoy singing

I kill the jaguar, drink its blood
I pierce the earth and extract gold
Who knows how to endure longing
Can't stand disrespect, cry, viola

I walk barefoot
I step on the embers
If you don't like the viola
Don't set foot in my house

The viola is sounding
The singer is standing
Who doesn't like the viola
Isn't a good Brazilian, cry, viola