Do Fundo da Grota

I was raised in the countryside
In a mud hut with grass
That's why I sing like this
To remember my past
I grew up rough and tough
Sleeping in the barn
By a campfire
With my hair all smoky

When the morning star breaks
I heat up the kettle
It's almost dawn
My saddle horse
Whinnies in the stable
While a railbird
Sings perched up high

I hear the cry of the owl
And there in the pen
The dappled colt whinnies
In the dead of night
A skunk shows up
To piss near the house
Just to mess with the dogs

On a wool blanket bed
I wake up at dawn
I hear a howler monkey
Calling in the marsh
I grew up wild and free
Honoring the old ways
Eating scrambled eggs
With little grease and no salt

When the morning star breaks
I heat up the kettle
It's almost dawn
My saddle horse
Whinnies in the stable
While a railbird
Sings perched up high

I hear the cry of the owl
And there in the pen
The dappled colt whinnies
In the dead of night
A skunk shows up
To piss near the house
Just to mess with the pack of dogs

Fixing a fence
By the edge of a path
With the handle of a hoe
My hands calloused and rough
With my whip I crack
And I keep on my ranching
And a wary partridge
Flies up and spooks the horse

When the morning star breaks
I heat up the kettle
It's almost dawn
My saddle horse
Whinnies in the stable
While a railbird
Sings perched up high

I hear the cry of the owl
And there in the pen
The dappled colt whinnies
In the dead of night
A skunk shows up
To piss near the house
Just to mess with the pack of dogs

Out in the center of the grove
I hear the call of a nandu
In a trench the jacú
Sings the thrush in the pitanga
And right by the creek
The cow and calf bellow
In the noise of the bell
I find the oxen in yoke

When the morning star breaks
I heat up the kettle
It's almost dawn
My saddle horse
Whinnies in the stable
While a railbird
Sings perched up high

I hear the cry of the owl
And there in the pen
The dappled colt whinnies
In the dead of night
A skunk shows up
To piss near the house
Just to mess with the pack of dogs