I don't know the sea
But, if its shade of green is
Like our greenery
Here in the sugarcane plantation,
And if there our eyes
Cannot manage, like here,
To see the end
And thus, one would feel
A strange anguish
Due to its immense size.
Yes, I do know the sea...
Yes, I do know the sea...
Yes, I do know the sea...
When, in the afternoon,
The Southerly wind comes
And starts blowing,
And it seems to me
That the sugarcane fields
Ripple like waves,
From the mountains
Where I take shelter,
I sing my song...
I do sing my song...!
I don't know the sea
But, if its shade of green is
Like our greenery
Here in the sugarcane plantation...
Yes, I do know the sea...
Yes, I do know the sea...
Yes, I do know the sea...