Luiz Gonzaga/Humberto Teixeira

When I saw the land burning
Like a bonfire on St. John’s Day
I asked God in the heavens above
Oh, why such a cruel torment?

What hell-fire, what a furnace!
Not even a single planted tree
I lost my cattle for lack of water
My horse died of thirst

Even the white-wing dove
Flew away from this backland
So I said, farewell Rosy
Keep my heart with you

Today a long way away
In a sad solitude
I wait for rain to fall again
So I can go back to my land

When the green of your eyes
Spreads over this land again
I assure you, don’t cry, hear?
That I will return, my dear