Pescador e Catireiro (part. Abel e Caim)

I bought a virgin forest from Colonel Bento Lira
I made a shack of logs tied with vine cambira
I made it by the lagoon just to fish piranha
I don't mind being called a hillbilly
In the place where the Indian sings many people admire

I made a canoe of paineira, a pole of guaiuvira
The anchor weighs a hundred pounds, two oars of sucupira
If I throw the net in the water, alone a man can't pull it out
Capivara is a shy animal when it falls into my sight
I pull the bow and shoot the arrow, it turns over on the cliff

I am a great fisherman, I also like catira
When I enter a party, everyone admires
In the beat of the guitar, happily the people go crazy
If sadness is at the party, I arrive and it leaves
I clap and stomp my foot until the girls sigh

Many people don't know the singing of the curruira
Nor do they know the taste of cachaça with sucupira
Living in the city, they don't eat cambuquira
That's why I like the hillbilly system
It can even be on fire, he doesn't lie