Lembrança Do Passado

I miss the good old days
When I lived out there on Branquinho's farm
With my harmonica, my silver knife,
My beloved gaúcha, mother of my children

(Ah ha, good stuff!)

With the three of them always by my side
I live full of joy, I'm a happy gaúcho
And my knife, that I carry on my waist,
Knows my bravery through the fights I've had

(Fighting indeed, but fighting for life)

My accordion, always good and in tune
It's not a fancy harmonica, just a simple little accordion
But to me, it holds various values
Because many troubadours I've outplayed playing on it

(And it's true!)

My gaúcha, an angel that God gave me,
She has suffered for me, but still admires me
When she hears me singing on the radio
She stays quiet listening, and sighs with longing

(I also sigh singing remembering
you, my friend Cardoso)

Even the knife, that some years ago,
Had too much work, is resting now
But when it sees the barbecue and the flour
It twitches in the sheath, wanting to come out

(Calm down, old knife!)

And now old, with my white hair
In improvisation I am frank, the rhyme never failed
Thanks to God, I sing with ease
But I still miss the good times that have passed

(Well, let's finish because there's no use, it won't come back!)