Composer: Luiz Gonzaga
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The English translation is below the Portuguese lyrics
Full lyrics
No semblante
Ele tem a verdade
O esforço se vê na mão
O sorriso é coisa rara
No caboclo do meu sertão
Ele enfrenta o tempo disposto
Não conhece a recessão
Ele briga com a natureza
No inverno e no verão
São as qualidades natas
Do caboclo do sertão
Respeita, cobrando o mesmo
Não aceita provocação
Medo não tem vidência
No caboclo do sertão
Só a saudade é que mata
O homem deste rincão
Bastante somente deixar
O seu pedaço de chão
É quando os olhos marejam
No caboclo do sertão
Tem amor e ninguém sabe
Tem tristeza e ninguém ver
Tem carinho à sua moda
Pra ninguém compreender
Por aí está se vendo
Que também tem coração
É a rudeza nativa
Do caboclo do sertão } bis
Translation
In his countenance
He has the truth
The effort is seen in his hand
A smile is a rare thing
In the caboclo of my sertão
He faces the weather willingly
He doesn't know recession
He fights with nature
In winter and in summer
These are the innate qualities
Of the caboclo of the sertão
He respects, demanding the same
He doesn't accept provocation
Fear has no foresight
In the caboclo of the sertão
Only saudade kills
The man from this corner of the world
Just to leave
His piece of land
Is when his eyes well up
In the caboclo of the sertão
He has love and no one knows
He has sadness and no one sees
He has affection in his own way
For no one to understand
It is being seen around
That he also has a heart
It is the native roughness
Of the caboclo of the sertão } bis
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