Curvas do Rio

Gonna run a stretch
Gonna search for some land
So I can work
To see if I can leave
This poor old land of mine
Let it rest a bit
It was in Monarca
The first clearing
Since then it’s sun and fire
And here’s the hoe
Wait for me, pay attention
Until the mouth of the water that comes
Don’t cry like a woman
I’ll be back if God wills
It’s a tight spot
More than God’s time
In the dry backlands
I’ll take a leap
Just a jump now
In Son Palo Tring'Minêro
It’s tough, man
This mosquito in the kitchen
The pure rope and the bowl empty
Not a grain of flour
Bless you, Afiloteus
I leave you in
God’s care
In this sorrow, oh loneliness, you see
Dad returns to the curves of the river
Ah, but you see
I have no more faith left
For just one supply, I fall
Into the hands of old Brolino
Even after ten for a hundred
It’s tough, man
To pull out for a stretch
With skin on bone and the soul
In the old man's pocket
Wait for me, pay attention, you see
Just a mess on the riverbank
Like a woman doesn’t cry
I’ll be back if God wills
Don’t leave the shack empty
I’ll return to the curves of the river.