Below is the lyrics of the song Seca Verde , artist - Luciano with translation
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Luciano
Coifar a fogueira, queimada roseira
Enxada na cova, berduega na beira
Domar pau urtiga, na folha a formiga
A chuva não chega, a seca nos tira
Vontade de plantar e colher
E nem água pra beber
Vontade de plantar e colher
E nem água pra beber
No ombro o bornal, açúcar e sal
Feijão e farinha, cristal na lapinha
O tempo nos rouba a água salobra
Algodão nenhuma arroba de fruta só pinha
Juazeiro ainda está verde
E essa gente é feliz
Vai matando sua sede
Grudado na sua raíz
Se eu fosse água
Do velho Chico inundaria essa terra
Então faria outro tipo de guerra
Sem fome só de fartura
Mas eu não sou água
E nem sou rico pra poder fazer
O velho Chico escorrer
Nesse chão rachado nessa terra dura
Nessa seca verde mora um povo nobre
Morrendo de sede nessa guerra pobre
Nessa seca verde mora um povo nobre
Morrendo de sede nessa guerra pobre
Se eu fosse água
Do velho Chico inundaria essa terra
Então faria outro tipo de guerra
Sem fome só de fartura
Mas eu não sou água
E nem sou rico pra poder fazer
O velho Chico escorrer
Nesse chão rachado nessa terra dura
Nessa seca verde, mora um povo nobre
Morrendo de sede nessa guerra pobre
Nessa seca verde, mora um povo nobre
Morrendo de sede nessa guerra pobre
Hood the fire, burnt rose bush
Hoe in the pit, berduega on the edge
Taming the nettle stick, on the leaf the ant ant
The rain doesn't come, the drought takes us away
Willingness to plant and harvest
And not even water to drink
Willingness to plant and harvest
And not even water to drink
On the shoulder the bag, sugar and salt
Beans and flour, crystal in the lapinha
Time robs us of brackish water
Cotton no arroba of fruit only pinecone
Juazeiro is still green
And these people are happy
It will kill your thirst
Clinging to its root
If I were water
Old Chico would flood this land
Then I would make another kind of war
No hunger, just plenty
But I'm not water
And I'm not even rich to be able to do it
Old Chico dripping
On this cracked ground on this hard earth
In this green drought lives a noble people
Dying of thirst in this poor war
In this green drought lives a noble people
Dying of thirst in this poor war
If I were water
Old Chico would flood this land
Then I would make another kind of war
No hunger, just plenty
But I'm not water
And I'm not even rich to be able to do it
Old Chico dripping
On this cracked ground on this hard earth
In this green drought, lives a noble people
Dying of thirst in this poor war
In this green drought, lives a noble people
Dying of thirst in this poor war
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