Chuá, Chuá

Leave the beautiful brown city
Beautiful small and return to the backcountry
Drink the water from the singing fountain
And rise in the middle of the ground

If you were born a fragrant cabocla
Smelling like a rose in the heart of the earth
Return to the serene life of the countryside
To the old hut on top of the mountain

And the fountain singing chuá, chuá
And the water running chuê, chuê
It seems like someone so full of sorrow
Leaves who will tell the longing
In the midst of the waters rolling as well

The gentle moon of silver light
Makes the journey in the high skies
As if it were a lofty shadow
Of the waterfall making a commotion

When that light in the distant height
Blonde panting in the setting sun
Give me that verse that the pine tree releases
So I return to the mountain, I want to leave

And the fountain singing chuá, chuá
And the water running chuê, chuê
It seems like someone so full of sorrow
Leaves who will tell the longing
In the midst of the waters rolling as well