Doutor Meu Estudo É Pouco

Doctor, my study is little
To live in the capital
I was born at the foot of the mountains
I didn't finish elementary school
My teacher was the cattle
And the school was the corral

I have calloused hands
And I have a heavy arm
I cut the wood and make stakes
And leave the ox tied up
To ride a wild animal
I've always been respected

I left my beautiful land
To come live in the city
I never thought that destiny
Would do me this wrong
I only found violence, unemployment, and vanity

I can't stay in the city anymore
Because life is very bad
I don't see the rooster crowing
Nor the grotto of the termites
This terrible longing
Ends up killing me

I'm going back to my land
To walk on the hills
See the dam flowing and
Take a waterfall bath
Ride a wild horse
And face the thorny bushes

My lands are good
Because nature is what makes them
A well-made and open road
From the hooves of the animals
Longing devours me
And I can't take it anymore

On the farm where I was born
There was a big whitewashed house
A little room reserved
That holds all the memories
Only the memory remains
Of my father herding the cattle

And just yesterday I dreamed
Of a rocky mountain foot
With the caresses of my mother
Which makes it even sweeter
For my childhood corner
I just want to go back again