Jeito de Mato [English translation]

Where do these sad eyes come from?

They come from the meadow where the sun sets

From the delightful ground where you lie on

sleeping serene, dreaming in the dew

Where does this cheerful voice come from?

From the insistent rain, which the sky rejects

From the woods, the fear, the sad loss

But which the sun rescues, burns and rejoices

There is a stone road that goes through the farm

It is your destiny, your path, where your songs are

born

The storms of time that mark your history

Fire that burns in the memory and lights up hearts

Yes, flowers grown from your feet on the ground

Your soft voice soothes the pain

Spreading bright colors through the air

Ah ... Ah ... Ah ...

Yes, waterfalls come out of your eyes

Seven lagoons, honey and games

Foamy waves, waters of your sea

Ah ... Ah ... Ah ...

êeh laiá...