When I looked to the land, burning
Like “fire of Saint John”,
I asked the God of sky
Why (are you sending such a) enormous maltreatment?
What a brazier, what a furnace,
No one (there isn't any) plant on plantation
For lack of water I lost my cattle,
My bay horse died because of thirst.
Even white wing
Made off (ran away) from my backwoods.
So I said: “Good bye Rosinha,
Keep my heart with you.”
Se espalhar na plantação
Que eu voltarei, viu
Numa triste solidão
Espero a chuva cair de novo
Para eu voltar pro meu sertão
|2.||O xote das meninas|
|5.||ABC do Sertao|
|6.||Sala de Reboco|