| What is the use of living in the city
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| If happiness does not accompany me
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| Goodbye paulistinha from my heart
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| There for my sertão I want to return
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| See the dawn when the passed
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| Making the dawn begins to sing
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| With satisfaction, I harness the donkey
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| Cutting the road, I go out to gallop
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| And I hear the rooster roaring
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| Sabiá singing in the jequitibá
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| For Our Lady, my dear wilderness
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| I live with regret for leaving you
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| This new life here in the city
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| Missing you so much I've been crying
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| Here's someone, says he loves me
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| But it doesn't suit me, I've been thinking
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| I live with pity, because this brunette
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| Don't know the system I was created
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| I'm here singing, listening from afar
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| Someone is crying with the radio on
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| I miss the country and the bush immensely
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| From our stream that cuts through the meadows
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| On Sundays I would go for a canoe ride
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| In the beautiful ponds of crystal clear waters
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| What a sweet memory of that party
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| Where there was dancing and many girls
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| I live today without having joy
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| The Jewish world but also teaches me
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| I'm upset, but not defeated
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| I am well guided by divine hands
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| To my mother I already telegraphed
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| And I'm tired of suffering so much
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| This morning I will be leaving
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| To the dear land that saw me being born
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| I can already hear the rooster singing
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| The inhambu hooting at dark
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| The silver moon brightening the roads
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| The wet grass since nightfall
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| I need to go to see everything there
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| That's where I was born, there I want to die |