Cuitelinho

I arrived at the edge of the port
Where the waves spread out
The heron turns around
And sits on the edge of the beach
And the cuitelinho doesn't like
When the rosebud falls

Oh when I left my homeland
I said goodbye to my relatives
I entered Mato Grosso
Reached Paraguayan lands
There was a revolution
I faced strong battles

Your absence cuts
Like a steel blade
The heart becomes anxious
Beats one, then the other
And the eyes fill with water
That even the sight gets confused