Composer: Ary Lobo
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The English translation is below the Portuguese lyrics
Full lyrics
Eu ontem sonhei que estava lá no norte
Passando a chuva forte vendo o engenho de moer
Na minha frente cinco léguas de roçado
Tudo verde, bem molhado, tudo pronto de colher
E do meu lado, um roçado de algodão
Parecia garça nova espalhada pelo chão
Quando acordei, não pude conter o pranto
Espiei pra todo canto, nada disto eu avistei
Tem fé em Deus e no homem da vassoura
Que fará voltar fartura de novo pro meu sertão
Só eles podem com ele nada se perde
Uma é dono desta terra, e outro é chefe da nação
Translation
Yesterday I dreamed I was up north
Passing the heavy rain, seeing the grinding mill
In front of me, five leagues of planted field
All green, well-soaked, all ready to harvest
And by my side, a field of cotton
It looked like a new heron spread across the ground
When I woke up, I couldn't hold back the weeping
I peeked everywhere, I didn't see any of this
Have faith in God and in the man with the broom
Who will bring back abundance to my backlands again
Only they can with him, nothing is lost
One is the owner of this land, and the other is the head of the nation
