Jequitivale

You who walk with cracked feet and straw behind your ear
With the hat brim on your forehead and turn overnight

You who bathe in Fanado and extract gold from the pan
Who makes life a party and loves to speak poetry

Excuse me, sir, but receive my compliments
I stick with the philosophy of Master João de Deus

Longing mistreats me and makes me look at the calendar
To see if there are only a few days left to hear the rosary drum

It's worth singing
It's worth living
Jequitinhonha Valley
Vale, I love you