Meio Dia
Mastruz Com Leite
Noon
I wipe the sweat of noon
Whistling the melody
I try to satisfy
With a sip from the gourd
The thirst passes but the fast doesn't
The fast, the fast is there
The sun heats up my head
Oh Mary, don't forget
Also to warm up
With your kisses my life
And the leftovers of the food
That remained from dinner
João, the flour is finished
The kerosene in the kitchen
In the bean stew it's already gone
Father, bring a chintz dress
I want to look pretty
Pretty like a mateu
Have patience, my people
It was the drought and the flood
I'm not the one to blame
