I was born in a art barn
in a mineiro's* cradle
I’m from the mountain range's field
where the iron ore rules
I carry with me on my blood
a true gift
of singing melodies from Minas
all over Brazil
(I’m from the gold Mines
from the General mountains
I’m daughter of hills
of royal roads)**
My firs way
I saw sprout from this well
I'm from Mina's breast
in this state, a diamond