Batalhão da Estrela

Open your eyes, brunette
come see my boy
It's coming from the star,
brings sharp battalion
and embroidered leather
otherwise see.

I know he still misses you
when you see the blue flag pass through the square
model of grace of my Saint John.

From the camp that belongs to the sun
from the camp that belongs to the moon
of the people on the street
from my garrison.

Sing, Vardé!
Vardé das cuieiras
that I rumble outside
and when I leave, otherwise
It's in this goodbye that you cry.

(Cd's: "Gente da nos terra", "Arrastão do pavulagem" and "Ao vivo")