Alma Gaúcha (part. Isabela Fogaça)

In the sky three Marias
They are light and guides
For my journey
No matter how far I walk
The ground of Rio Grande
I never reach

Cornstalks
Just like children
Grow in the fields
In the soft night
Who takes care and watches
Are the fireflies

There's a mixed Moon
That kisses me, enchants me
With gentle tricks
There's a smell of the land
The doves and the wars
Children's songs

This wheat-colored soul
Is a missionary voice
Longing that pulls
To I don't know where
In my chest hides
A gaucho soul