Grass from the valley
Guava stick
On the riverbank
I stop to cross myself
Mother of water comes out a little
From this bed of yours, nest
I have a love
To give you
Pinheiros do Parana
How nice to have you
Like sand in the sea
Mangas do Para
Pitombeiras da Borborema
The rhea moaned
In the trunk of the jurema
Cacique lost
But he fought, which I saw
Jari is not God
But they think so
That end took love
I planted a fulô tree
It gave grass

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