Brasil Caboclo

Dawn in my farm, the light is emerging
Caboclo leaves the hut to work the land
The ox cart groaning at the top of the plateau
The birds singing loudly
This is the Caboclo Brazil, this is my backlands

Straw house by the stream
A beautiful cabocla and a good horse
The sound of a guitar cheers the loneliness
This is the Caboclo Brazil
This is my backlands

Waterfall's cry, falling into the ravine
The silver moon, listening to the song
After the serenade, the guitar's moan
Chapel bell tolling in prayer
Cicada singing on a summer afternoon
Cabocla dancing, Saint John's night