Galos, Noites e Quintais [English translation]

Back when I didn't have the tearful look

That I carry and keep today

When my tears and my sleep were made sweet

By the sugarcane bagasse from the sugar mill

When a God's World like this I used to conquer

Making up my own way

Amidst the layers of green corn that wander

Missing the marine green

I was happy like a river

A beast, a flock of sparrows

Like a rooster, when there were

When there were roosters, nights and backyards

But dark times came and pushed me to

Evil like it always does

I'm not happy, but I'm not silent

Nowadays I sing even more.