Pra Quem Desacreditava

I planted my dreams in this soil looking at the sky
Praying for the rain to fall
The sun scorching and me crying under my hat
If it wasn't for my faith, I would give up

At the first plague, that came out of nowhere
And the dry pasture, only skinny cows, when it got better came the frost
And I didn't give up

It was me who sang, and the rooster woke up, there's a piece of me in every planted
I'm pure blood, I don't lie with the deceit
And for those who didn't believe
(Respect, damn it)

Today my gold chain is worth a herd
There's a plane to spray poison on the plagues
And ten harvesters all paid off
Monday to Friday is harvest, weekend is party

Only those from the countryside know
How hard the work is
I graduated in agriculture without a degree
Waking up early and going to bed late

I represent millions in my lyrics
Those from the bush, those from the dust
I don't forget my old land, if today the Hilux enters through the gate

At the first plague, that came out of nowhere
And the dry pasture, only skinny cows, when it got better came the frost
And I didn't give up

It was me who sang, and the rooster woke up, there's a piece of me in every planted
I'm pure blood, I don't lie with the deceit
And for those who didn't believe
(Respect, damn it)

Today my gold chain is worth a herd
There's a plane to spray poison on the plagues
And ten harvesters all paid off
Monday to Friday is harvest, weekend is party

Only those from the countryside know
How hard the work is
I graduated in agriculture without a degree
Waking up early and going to bed late

I represent millions in my lyrics
Those from the bush, those from the dust
I don't forget my old land, if today the Hilux enters through the gate