Cheiro de Galpão

(With this Monarcas' jolt,
we're carrying this barn smell
throughout Brazil)

This vaneira has a barn smell
That reignites my childhood sense of smell
It's the firewood of the stove's memory
Cowboy essence that brought me here

This vaneira has a chimarrão smell
Of wild sap spilled on the embers
When the smoke of the angico tree mixes
With a scent of fig tree in the haystack

This vaneira has a touch of wanting more
That reactivates a taste that was once mine
It recalls the scrape of the pot that leaked
And got lost in the corner of memory

This vaneira tastes like araçá
Jabuticaba, guabiroba, ariticum
That's why I remember the good old days as a kid
Covered in pitanga and guabiju

This vaneira has the gift of reviving
Bringing back the colors that time faded
Feeling the shapes that touch forgot
And being again what I was and am no longer

This vaneira has a touch of nostalgia
That brings back the singer's romanticism
Revitalizing a heart that hardened
And didn't want to hear about love anymore