Mineiro de Monte Belo

The roof's edge is home to the knife
The green jay has feathers, lives by the quince tree
On the orange tree branch, the yellow-breasted thrush
In the arms of this guitar, miner from Monte Belo
When I step into the dance, my feet are like two hammers

The jaguar lives in the wild, only comes out for the calf
The feet of a pretty girl fit right in her sandals
The king and queen live inside the castle
My voice lives in my chest, that's why I take care
I don’t sing in the night dew, I protect my voice

Marriage is a good thing, two joined by a bond
I’m in love, only now do I reveal it
She has two fierce brothers, I calm them down and then I flirt
Tomorrow I’ll take her, first I’ll saddle my horse
The journey is dangerous, but I’ll risk it and won’t cancel

Belt full of bullets, I carry a knife and a gun
If I lose in the cold steel, I’ll call on the firewood
My finger has no sense on the trigger when I touch it
Hot-blooded country boy, it’s with bullets that I freeze
Miner girl, let’s go, I’ll win any duel