Moradia

I live there in a corner where nobody bothers me
In a house at the foot of the mountain lives me and the guitar
The Toad lives in the Marsh, the Thrush in the cage
My voice lives in my chest and my verses in my head

Armadillo lives in the hole, spider lives in the web
The Ring lives on the finger, the earring lives on the ear
Heart lives in the chest, blood lives in the vein
Good people live at home, criminals in jail

Pig lives in the pigsty, the ox lives in the pasture
Fisherman lives in the hut, cowboy on the roads
Bohemian lives on the street, dew in the dawn
The Moon lives in the sky and the wind has no dwelling

The partridge lives in the field, the Great Kiskadee in the backlands
Whale lives in the sea, minnow in the stream
Rat lives in the granary, bat in the cellar
I live in her arms and she in my heart

Clown lives in the circus, rhyme in poetry
The Uirapuru in the forest, joy lives in the party
The rich live in the downtown, poor in the outskirts
In a humble house in Nazareth lived the Virgin Mary