Vaneirinha da Saudade

How I miss, my childhood days
From my land, from everything I left there

My dog, old faithful buddy
I left, never hunted with you again

I still remember, the Sunday afternoons
When I danced, with my first girlfriend

On Sundays, there was always a horse race
I bet, a coin on the dappled mare

The memories, squeeze my heart
San Francisco, there in the neighborhood of the corner