Cuiabana

When I went to Mato Grosso, I met a Cuiabana.
Dark-skinned like cinnamon, known as Mariana.
Invited me very kindly, to come to her hut.
She was the most beautiful girl, there at the Santana party.

I said goodbye to the cabocla, on the road to Aquidauana.
My heart skipped a beat, in the arms of the Cuiabana.
I boarded for the Northwest, headed to Sorocabana.
Never forgetting on the journey, the face of Mariana.

I soon sent a letter, to this beautiful Cuiabana.
To marry and live with me in my hut.
I'll give you my farm, with a hundred acres of sugarcane.
I'm the richest cowboy, in the entire Mogiana region.

I waited confidently, for Mariana's response.
And her letter arrived, after four weeks.
When I read the response, I saw how cruel it was.
She replied with disdain, that ungrateful tyrant.

I sold everything I had, and went to the land of Goiás.
Crying from the pain of longing, from Mariana's rejection.
After the disillusionment, with the tricky Cuiabana.
I want to live single, so a woman never deceives me.