Moradia
Eu moro lá num recanto onde ninguém me amola
Numa casa ao pé da serra mora eu e a viola
O Sapo mora no Brejo, o Sabiá na gaiola
Minha voz mora no peito e meus versos na cachola
Tatu mora no buraco, aranha mora na teia
O Anel mora no dedo, o brinco mora na oreia
Coração mora no peito, o sangue mora na veia
Gente boa mora em casa, criminoso na cadeia
Porco mora no chiqueiro, o boi mora na invernada
Pescador mora no rancho, boiadeiro nas estradas
Boêmio mora na rua, sereno na Madrugada
A Lua mora no céu e o vento não tem morada
A perdiz mora no campo o bem te vi no sertão
Baleia mora no mar lambari no ribeirão
Rato mora no paiol o morcego no porão
Eu moro nos braços dela e ela em meu coração
Palhaço mora no circo, a rima na poesia
O Uirapuru lá na mata, na festa mora a alegria
O rico mora no centro, pobre na periferia
Num casebre em Nazaré morou a Virgem Maria
Dwelling
I live there in a corner where nobody bothers me
In a house at the foot of the mountain lives me and the guitar
The Toad lives in the Marsh, the Thrush in the cage
My voice lives in my chest and my verses in my head
Armadillo lives in the hole, spider lives in the web
The Ring lives on the finger, the earring lives on the ear
Heart lives in the chest, blood lives in the vein
Good people live at home, criminals in jail
Pig lives in the pigsty, the ox lives in the pasture
Fisherman lives in the hut, cowboy on the roads
Bohemian lives on the street, dew in the dawn
The Moon lives in the sky and the wind has no dwelling
The partridge lives in the field, the Great Kiskadee in the backlands
Whale lives in the sea, minnow in the stream
Rat lives in the granary, bat in the cellar
I live in her arms and she in my heart
Clown lives in the circus, rhyme in poetry
The Uirapuru in the forest, joy lives in the party
The rich live in the downtown, poor in the outskirts
In a humble house in Nazareth lived the Virgin Mary
Escrita por: Tião Carreiro / Nho Chico / Craveiro