My house is where my heart is
It changes, but my house doesn't
At the field, in Minas, general lands or anywhere else
I'm where my house is
Because I'm only a movement
I belong to the world, I belong to the wind
I'm a nomad
Because when I stop, I'm nobody
I don't reveal where or who I am
I'm a nomad
My address is the farm with stars on the sky from North to South
It changes as the seasons pass
In the Sertão1, where your eyes are looking to
I'm where my house is
Because I'm only a movement
I belong to the world, I belong to the wind
I'm a nomad
Because I'm only someone when I pass by
I belong to the space, I'm a nice person
I'm a nomad
My flesh is made of everything that goes and comes around
Time, cloud and affliction as well
A meeting and a loss at the same time, I won't stop
I'm where my house is
Because I'm only a movement
I belong to the world, I belong to the wind
I'm a nomad
Because I'm only someone when I pass by
I belong to the space, I'm a nice person
I'm a nomad
1. One of the four sub-regions of the northeast of Brazil