Serrano Cantor

I was born with the gift of playing and singing
The beauties of the pagoda that Rio Grande has
I'm not the best and I'm not the worst
With the harmonica in my hand I defend myself well
In my wanderings from the mountains to the border
I flourish the rancheira, the xote and the vaneirão

The song I play and the touch I sing
It's the mountain soul with the smell of the ground

I dreamed of being a bagpiper for the lofty pagod
Until one day I recorded an album
I left my land on top of the mountain
And in the capital I found the ideal
I am always what I was and I am what I am
Whoever encouraged me, a friend here has

I want to hug the colleagues I have
From nowhere I came they came too

I ask my gift to understand me
The limited time I have at my disposal
For living on the road playing and singing
I thank God for this praise
And nowadays it's a joy
Play what I know without fear or fear

And with equality making friends
I am actually the serrano singer

I have no enemies and my friends
Share with me the success I have
With the strength of my arm I face the nights
And in the early morning I endure the tiredness
And always smiling I understand that it is beautiful
Play for the people and sing with them

Anywhere night or day
Whoever honors me will give me joy