Na Quadrada das Águas Perdidas

From Carantonha a thousand leagues to walk
Much more, even more, much more
From Vaca Seca, Seven Varge still beyond
Much more, even more, much more
After the last corner of the backlands
There in the square of the lost waters
Kings, Mother Lady
Exquisite beauty
Goods, the risky lagoon function
Falling the goats into the pen earlier
Separate Lubião, that wicked goat, blocking the
Sty
You had to take care
Wings that the silk mares neighed in the moonlight
In the dawn, sweating with fear over there
Runcas carrying lit lamps
From Carantonha a thousand leagues to walk
A thousand wonders one must have to get there
Seven windows, seven rooms, a big house
Lasso of the Mouras
Instrument Varge
Old Domingos
House of the Sarmentos
Girls, ladies
Risky function
Hurry to gather our suits
Saddle the mares with winter capes
Take care of the tools, don't let her see
If she can't, she won't agree with us
Yesterday to the north of Mina the lightning shone
Mucadim, the mother of the river, has already taken the waters
Let's mount the mule for us and for there