Old Paint (Poeira Branca)

Old Paint (White Dust)

Old Paint (Poeira Branca)

Riding back from town tonightRiding back from town tonight
I don't need the trail moonlightI don't need the trail moonlight
This old horse knows his way homeThis old horse knows his way home
I don't have to touch the reinsI don't have to touch the reins
He's right on track just like a trainHe's right on track just like a train
This old horse knows his way homeThis old horse knows his way home

The moonlight shiningO brilho da lua
Over my hammockSobre a minha rede
A smell of bush and dew in the airUm cheiro de mato e de orvalho no ar
Stars shiningEstrelas brilhando
Quiet, fallingQuietas, cadentes
A bird far away starts to singUm pássaro longe começa a cantar
Already at dawn a wood fireJá de madrugada um fogo de lenha
A glow of embers sets the place on fireUm brilho de brasa incendeia o lugar
A very strong coffee, from a pot and a trivetUm café bem forte, de bule e de trempa
Kelé, the cook, doesn't let it delayKelé, cozinheiro, não deixa atrasar

HeyEie
Open the gate, our group is passing by!Abra a porteira, nossa comitiva vai passar!
Ten thousand hooves raise white dust in the airDez mil cascos levantam poeira branca pelo ar

He waits faithfully to save meHe waits faithfully to save me
From poker games and painted ladiesFrom poker games and painted ladies
This old horse knows his way homeThis old horse knows his way home
And when my heart or pay is goneAnd when my heart or pay is gone
I climb up and just hold onI climb up and just hold on
This old horse knows his way homeThis old horse knows his way home
Cowboy blues fade to blackCowboy blues fade to black
In an old bunkhouse rackIn an old bunkhouse rack
And so I whistle back in the saddle againAnd so I whistle back in the saddle again

The weight of the load on donkey's backsO peso da carga em lombos de burros
Polacks echo all over the placePolacos ecoam por todo o lugar
Straw cigarette, leftover smokeCigarro de palha, de resto de fumo
At the other farm, I'm going to buyNa outra fazenda, tendo, eu vou comprar
And for the task, loyal companionsE para empreitada leais companheiros
Friends of the road, brothers of the placeAmigos da estrada, irmãos do lugar
From the driver, key holders, pointerDesde o condutor, chavieiros, ponteiro
Who plays the horn to call the cattleQue toca o berrante pra o gado chamar

HeyEie
Open the gate, our group is going to rest!Abra a porteira, nossa comitiva vai pousar!
Tomorrow early we'll be heading to another placeAmanhã bem cedo estaremos rumo a outro lugar
This old horse knows his way homeThis old horse knows his way home
Ten thousand hooves raise white dust in the airDez mil cascos levantam poeira branca pelo ar
This old horse knows his way homeThis old horse knows his way home