Pagode do Ala

The flowers in the early morning, with their scent in the air, exhale
The wood when it's very dry, crackles in the hot sun
Two Bahians fighting with machetes sparks fly when the steel slides
The courtships of the past, were spied on through a hole in the living room

People who are mute and deaf, communicate through signs
The high society of the past, almost all used canes
The cowboy's backpack is a sack, the cowboy's blanket is the poncho
Country weddings have a party, a time when the poor dress up

Pay attention because the whip hurts more, where it hits the skin
Land boundaries in the past, didn't use fences, it was ditches
Naturally a good player, is always on the scale in every game
One flower is different from the other, for the knife its value equals

A country person can be well dressed, but doesn't go to fancy balls
To carry the rifle there's a clip, the musket has bullets
The bully is flirting, but when he sees the police he goes silent
He distracts and leaves slowly, when he turns the corner and clears the way

For a trip the luggage, usually used is a suitcase
The Bahian to make coconut candy mainly grates the coconut
On paper the Turk scribbles and says he wrote Abdala
People who die on the road, a cross marks the spot out of respect