Composer: Luiz Gonzaga, Jorge Aragão
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The English translation is below the Portuguese lyrics
Full lyrics
Oh! Deus, perdoe este pobre coitado
Que de joelhos rezou um bocado
Pedindo pra chuva cair sem parar
Oh! Deus, será que o senhor se zangou
E só por isso o sol arretirou
Fazendo cair toda a chuva que há
Senhor, eu pedi para o sol se esconder um tiquinho
Pedi pra chover, mas chover de mansinho
Pra ver se nascia uma planta no chão
Oh! Deus, se eu não rezei direito o Senhor me perdoe
Eu acho que a culpa foi
Desse pobre que nem sabe fazer oração
Meu Deus, perdoe eu encher os meus olhos de água
E ter-lhe pedido cheinho de mágoa
Pro sol inclemente se arretirar
Desculpe eu pedir a toda hora pra chegar o inverno
Desculpe eu pedir para acabar com o inferno
Que sempre queimou o meu Ceará
Translation
Oh! God, forgive this poor wretch
Who on his knees prayed a lot
Asking for the rain to fall without stopping
Oh! God, could it be that you got angry
And just for that the sun withdrew
Making all the rain there is fall
Lord, I asked for the sun to hide a little bit
I asked for it to rain, but to rain softly
To see if a plant would grow on the ground
Oh! God, if I didn't pray properly, forgive me
I think the fault was
Of this poor one who doesn't even know how to pray
My God, forgive me for filling my eyes with water
And for having asked you full of sorrow
For the inclement sun to withdraw
Forgive me for asking every hour for winter to arrive
Forgive me for asking to end the hell
That always burned my Ceará
