Costeiro

I don't have the chair of a learned man
In the coastal work is where I was raised
My companion father taught me how to live
I don't have a cabin with white glass
I have an old ranch by the bluff
With open doors to welcome you

If I have this way of walking willingly
And I carry a smile stamped on my face
Looking into my eyes, my gaze tells you
That I live content to be a missionary
To be a gaucho, to be a Brazilian
And a happy coastal cowboy who sings

The Latin stamp shaped my body
Running in my veins, the blood of my race
It gives me goosebumps since I was a kid
Close to nature, far from drugs
I took my boat, my rowing oars
And went to the backwaters to fish for Lambari

If I have this way of walking willingly
And I carry a smile stamped on my face
Looking into my eyes, my gaze tells you
That I live content to be a missionary
To be a gaucho, to be a Brazilian
And a happy coastal cowboy who sings

My father, a barge leader of the waters
Raised this cheerful and unharmed son
And today, he thanks for his healthy life
For having the grace of the patron God
And today being with other coast dwellers
To sing riverbank songs

If I have this way of walking willingly
And I carry a smile stamped on my face
Looking into my eyes, my gaze tells you
That I live content to be a missionary
To be a gaucho, to be a Brazilian
And a happy coastal cowboy who sings
That I live content to be a missionary
To be a gaucho, to be a Brazilian
And a happy coastal cowboy who sings