Franguinho Na Panela

The place where I live is a beautiful catwalk
The thrush sings early very close to the window
I get up when the chapel bell rings
And off I go to the field, I have God as a sentinel
Some days my lunch is just bread with bologna
But back at my little ranch for my wife and my little ones
There's chicken in the pot

I have a good black donkey for plowing and riding
For the children's milk, the cow is Cinderella
Chickens in the yard, chatty parrot
I walk in any way, with boots or slippers
In the countryside, if hunger strikes, I tighten my belt
But back at my little ranch for my wife and my little ones
There's chicken in the pot

When I have no work, sadness overwhelms me
I take on odd jobs outside, leave the village early
I bring my little scrambled eggs, in the bottom of a bowl
It's just flour with egg, but with a very yellow yolk
That's my lunch that goes down dry in my throat
But back at my little ranch for my wife and my little ones
There's chicken in the pot

My wife is sweet and says I'm her sweet
She does everything for me and everything I do is for her
We don't wear wool or linen, it's cotton and flannel
That's how we live our life with caution
If I die, God will take care of it, life is very beautiful
But back at my little ranch for my wife and my little ones
There's chicken in the pot