Sinfonia Da Mata

I have the guitar, which I take off the wall,
When it's evening, to play
I have the cage, my canary and a hammock,
Always stretched out for my good dreams

When the moon rises silver
And illuminates my piece of land
My little ranch here in the heart of the forest
Doesn't even need the lamp to be lit
Symphony of the stream and the waterfall,
My guitar completes the orchestration