A Paisagem
Laa lalaia lalaia ôô
Laa ôôô lalaia
Laa lalaia lalaia ôô
Laa ôôô
A planície tão verdejante
Perfumada com a essência da flor
A natureza sorria
Em seu afã de amor
O povo com galhardia
Na liberdade que sonhou
Laa lalaia lalaia ôô
Laa ôôô lalaia
Laa lalaia lalaia ôô
Laa ôôô
A tempestade se fez
O céu azul encobria
A paisagem se perdeu
Foi-se o dom da primazia
Mas vibrei com a estiagem
Quando se fez a miragem
Vou lançando a poesia
Laa lalaia lalaia ôô
Laa ôôô lalaia
Laa lalaia lalaia ôô
Laa ôôô
Tem boi deitado na linha
Vacas soltas no cural
Tropeiros de pés no chão
Se esquivando do lamaçal
Mugido do boi de guia
Tornou ao tom, natural
Laa lalaia lalaia ôô
Laa ôôô lalaia
Laa lalaia lalaia ôô
Laa ôôô
The Landscape
Laa lalaia lalaia oh
Laa oh oh lalaia
Laa lalaia lalaia oh
Laa oh oh
The lush plain
Perfumed with the essence of the flower
Nature smiled
In its eagerness for love
The people with gallantry
In the freedom they dreamed of
Laa lalaia lalaia oh
Laa oh oh lalaia
Laa lalaia lalaia oh
Laa oh oh
The storm came
The blue sky covered
The landscape was lost
The gift of primacy was gone
But I cheered with the drought
When the mirage appeared
I'm casting poetry
Laa lalaia lalaia oh
Laa oh oh lalaia
Laa lalaia lalaia oh
Laa oh oh
There's a bull lying on the line
Cows loose in the pen
Muleteers with feet on the ground
Dodging the mud
The bellow of the lead bull
Returned to its natural tone
Laa lalaia lalaia oh
Laa oh oh lalaia
Laa lalaia lalaia oh
Laa oh oh