Tristeza do Jeca

In these simple verses
My beautiful, my love
I want to tell you
About my suffering and my pain

I’m like the thrush
When it sings, it’s all sadness
From the tree where it’s at

On this guitar, I sing and truly moan
Each tune represents a longing

I was born in that mountain
In a little shack by the ground
All full of holes
Where the Moon shines bright

When dawn breaks
Out in the woods, the birds
Start making a racket

On this guitar, I sing and truly moan
Each tune represents a longing

The tears that keep falling
Slowly start to fade away
Like the waters flowing to the sea