De Volta Pra Minha Terra

I wanna go back to my homeland, my roots, my backcountry
Where I left my parents and also my heart
Where everything began
It was my first love, the cause of this passion

I wanna enjoy the farm, hear the birds sing
Smell the earth when we go to plant
There I was happy, had everything I wanted
Just didn't want to see

I'll tell those who listen to me
I'm very tired
Working every day and not seeing the results
It's constant pressure, I feel like a child
Hopeless and silent

I'm tired of the big city, the stress is too much
Taking crowded transportation with criminals
From Monday to Friday
If you don't hide your wallet, your money is gone

Today technology invaded our home
Video games, internet, laptops, and cell phones
Everything around us is recorded, we feel trapped
With nowhere to go

I'll finish the song, feeling like crying
Remembering the little land where I learned to walk
There I used to take care of the cattle, now it's a thing of the past
All that's left is for me to dream.