And the sparrow alone, and the sparrow there
It's eating all, all my corn meal
Look, Mr. Nicolau
That the corn meal is gone
I grab my rifle***
And the shot goes
Then I'm sorry for the habdabs I caused him****,
And I give him a gourd plenty with corn meal
And joyful now, flying and hooting
My corn meal, my corn meal
Jumping here and there
But one day I heard that he didn't come back
His tasteful corn meal was taken by the wind
I was sad, almost crying, but then I saw
Soon after, it wasn't one, but two
I want to tell you quietly their life
They had a nest, and then, puppies
All of them now jumping and hopping here
Eating all my corn meal
Jumping here and there