Petrolina Juazeiro

On the bank of the São Francisco River beauty was born
And nature she preserved
Jesus blessed with his divine hand
So as not to die of longing I will return to Petrolina

On the other side of the river there is a city
And in my youth I visited every day
I crossed the bridge, what joy!
I arrived in Juazeiro, Juazeiro of Bahia

I still remember that in childhood
The figurehead was strange
And the train whistle
But I found it beautiful when the bridge lifted
And the steamboat passed in a delightful back and forth

Petrolina, Juazeiro, Juazeiro, Petrolina
Both I find beautiful
I like Juazeiro, and I love Petrolina