Lamento Sertanejo

For being from there
From the backlands, from the savannah
From the countryside of the woods
From the scrubland of the small farm
I hardly ever go out
I hardly have friends
I hardly manage
To stay in the city without feeling upset

For being from there
Certainly for that reason
I don't like soft beds
I don't know how to eat without crackling
I hardly speak
I hardly know anything
I'm like a stray beast
In this aimlessly walking cattle herd