Igaratá - SP

How much I miss
The corner where I was born
The singing waterfalls
That I haven't seen anything more beautiful
Of its forests, its fields
And its old coconut groves
Of its palm leaves
At the mercy of the gales

I sing, oh my land
Piece of Brazil
Where everything is so beautiful
With its sky
Indigo blue

When it dawns
The birds from there
Chirp greeting
Igaratá