Apanhadeira de café

Goodbye my rose, goodbye my love
See you next year if we are alive
Goodbye my rose, goodbye my love
Goodbye my rose, goodbye my love
See you next year if we are alive

Joshua's coffee, the gatherer caught
Joshua was dissatisfied and he invented a celebration
Joshua was dissatisfied and he invented a celebration
He gave food to everyone, cachaça to the musician
The safoneiro cheered, pulled the bellows with faith
Everyone drags their feet, because forró started

Goodbye my rose, until next year if we are alive