Franguinho Na Panela

In the corner where I live, it's a beautiful catwalk
The Carolina wren sings early, right by the window
I get up when the chapel bell rings
And off I go to the field, with God as my sentinel
Some days my lunch is just a bologna sandwich
But back at my little ranch, the wife and kids
Have chicken in the pot

I have a good black donkey for plowing and riding
For the children's milk, the cow Cinderella
Chickens in the yard and a chatty parrot
I walk in any way, with boots or flip-flops
If hunger strikes in the fields, I tighten my belt
But back at my little ranch, the wife and kids
Have chicken in the pot

When I'm out of work, sadness overwhelms me
I pick up odd jobs, leave the village early
I bring my little dish, a small bowl
It's just flour with egg, with a bright yellow yolk
That's my lunch, goes down dry in my throat
But back at my little ranch, the wife and kids
Have chicken in the pot

My wife is sweet, says I'm her sweet
She does everything for me, and all I do is for her
We don't wear wool or linen, it's cotton and flannel
That's how our life is, cautious
If I die, God will figure it out, but life is very beautiful
There won't be a shortage at the ranch, for the wife and kids
The chicken in the pot