Let's sing the janeiras
Let's sing the janeiras
Into these backyards let's go
to the single girls
Let's sing dews Let's go into the backyards
To the married girls
Turn the wind and change your luck
Turn the wind and change your luck
For those lost olive groves
He left the north wind
A lot of snow falls in the mountains
A lot of snow falls in the mountains
They only remember the old paths
Whoever misses the land
Whoever has the lamp lit
Whoever has the candle lit
br/>Who has the lamp lit
French toast, bread and new wine
It killed hunger and poverty
This distance is already tiring us
This distance is already tiring us
Only remembers the old paths
Whoever walks at night is in luck