O Amor Daqui de Casa

The menstruation doesn't come
The rain doesn't give a sign
Those who suffer in honey
Keep their good in salt

The birth will hurt again
The dam will dry up again
Life here has a living room and bedroom
Whoever doesn't fit should move

The love from home
Has a strong feeling
Like a moan on the roof
When the north wind blows

Like the smell of a dead ox
Three days after death
Those who only know comfort
Don't deserve good luck

The love from home
Has a raw feeling
With the taste of bitter fruit
With the smell of raw leather

The love from home
Spreads wings in the summer
It's part of nature
It's art of the heart