It comes from the meadow where the sun lies
Treat the land that your back straightens
And quiet sleep in a serene dream
Where did that voice skips as bright?
From the rain that insists, but the sky rejects
Bush, fear, sad loss
But rescued by the sun, that burns and delights
There is a stone road that passes by the farm
It is your destiny, your path
Is where your songs are born
The storms of time that mark your story
Fire burning in memory and heats the hearts
Yes, from your feet on the ground flowers bloom
Your soft voice soothes the pain
And spreads brigth colors through the air
Yes, from your eyes waterfalls fall out
Seven lagoons, honey and games
Foams waves, the waters of your sea." (Jeito de Mato)
just a nice simple song, brazilian one translated to english










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