Jeito Caipira

A woman to win me
She has to like
My country way
Not mess with the muringa
Where I keep my cachaça
With sucupira

When I come back from the bush
Picking ticks
On my tired body
Not be disgusted
When she smells
Cow dung

I want a woman
Who still prays with faith
A perfect Our Father
I'm not primitive
It's just that I think I live
Better this way

I want a woman
Who still strains the coffee
In a cloth strainer
Who is not ashamed
Of a wood stove
The ceiling smoking

She doesn't need to know how to do everything
There are two things I won't give up
At night, pleasure and during the day
Making a chicken with okra

I want a woman
Who still prays with faith
A perfect Our Father
I'm not primitive
It's just that I think I live better this way

You might think I won't get married
That this won't work
That I won't find
A woman to accept my country way

Do you want to know what I think
If it's not in the arms of a woman
One thing consoles me, the arm of the viola
The viola wants me

I want a woman who still prays with faith
A perfect Our Father
I'm not primitive, it's just that I think I live better this way