Piracicaba

Piracicaba, which I adore so much
Full of flowers, full of charm
No one understands
The great pain it feels
A son absent sighing for you

A longing that stings and kills
What ungrateful fate, far from here
Between sighs, sad without end
I live in the wilderness, since I left

Piracicaba, which I adore so much
Full of flowers, full of charm
No one understands
The great pain it feels
A son absent sighing for you

I only see strangers, my beloved cradle
To have by your side what I lost
They care little for your charm
That I love so much, since I was born

Piracicaba, which I adore so much
Full of flowers, full of charm
No one understands
The great pain it feels
A son absent sighing for you

In other lands, what is luck worth
I prefer death, close to you
I adore the meadows, the horizons
The hills and mountains where I was born

Piracicaba, which I adore so much
Full of flowers, full of charm
No one understands
The great pain it feels
A son absent sighing for you