Sertão of the northeast, arid and barren land, Cradle of the greatest droughts, In cycles she delights herself. When they come it causes great damage, For the earth, fauna, flora and the man himself. Everything she consumes. And what to do? Before tremendous tragedy? There are two possibilities: Stay and fight to survive Or get out. Although the second option is more plausible The sertanejo insists for the first one For the love of her land, her own origins. Your attitud is admirable and praiseworthy. I feel proud of this noble character Which is coarse, thick, strong And at the same time simple. Her example shows us where the true force is. A powerful force that is able to fight against the impossible This is something that politicians do not even think about. And so the sertão of the northeast lies/dies forgotten.