Who was not on my land I call to get to know.
The green pastures and water running.
There praqueles foot saw the birds singing.
The sink inhambu tricky when the evening is coming.
And a cowboy in love with the screaming herd.
Covering the entire interior with poiera the road.

If you want my dear friend go on my land.
I'll show how beautiful the sun rises over the mountains.
You'll see something beautiful that only a cotton plantation.
Corn, beans and rice is our plantation.
Every weekend has little party in place. With accordion and guitar that goes until sunrise.

If not ridden a horse will like I'm sure.
Ride through meadows and contemplate nature.
The seriema singing there praqueles plateau.
Are some of the beauty that is there in my interior.
It is there that is living my relatives and my parents.
That my dear ground state of Minas Gerais.