Capim do Vale

Wash away that smell of herbs
Pepper and grass of the valley
Wash away that smell of herbs
Pepper and grass of the valley
Wash away the sweat of the harvest
And accept that I warm you up

Leave the wood on the road
And leave that carving knife
Leave the wood on the road
And leave that carving knife
Leave the boss on the trail
And accept that I warm you up
Leave the boss on the trail
And accept that I warm you up

There will always be some wheat
And some piece of land
Keep your hand for a friend
Who won't want your arm
Keep your hand for a friend
Who won't want your arm

Let the money be poorly paid
And make it work
Let the money be poorly paid
And make it work
While you have a drink
And accept that I warm you up
While you have a drink
And accept that I warm you up
Lay your body on my belly
I'll keep your seed
Lay your body on my belly
I'll keep your seed
No one carries the harvest
Of the fruits that belong to us
No one carries the harvest

Of the fruits that belong to us