Vaqueiro Nordestino/ Cavalo Alado/ Não Sou Vaqueiro/ É o Boi o Cavalo e o Vaqueiro/ Tô Doidão/ Tchaca Tchaca (Medley)

Northeastern Cowboy/ Winged Horse/ I'm Not a Cowboy/ It's the Ox, the Horse, and the Cowboy/ I'm Crazy/ Tchaca Tchaca (Medley)

I'm a northeastern cowboy, pulling cattle is my destiny
I'm the king of rodeos, pulling cattle since I was a kid
I throw a fat calf off, he loses his way

Thanks to the ox, thanks, thanks cowboy
In the heat of the rodeo, the Brazilian people live
Thanks to the ox, thanks, thanks cowboy
In the heat of the rodeo, the Brazilian people win

My greatest joy is the cutting party
To my godfather Padre Cícero, I ask for your protection
Cachaça and beautiful women are my downfall

To see the cattle fall, the guy has to be tough
Good and fast horse, woman with strength in her arms
Whoever has a tricky ox, bring it here and I'll sort it out

Hey ox, hey ox

A rider who runs in the middle of the night
In the middle of the rain, lightning and thunder
In the brightness of the lightning, the bay horse in the darkness
Flying, mooing, winged horse
Taking his cattle to the enchanted kingdom
Already tired, marked, sawed in his heart

Hey ox, hey ox

Roaring his cattle in a beautiful corral
In a cry of luck, a death moo
The herd explodes from his heart
The gate opened, the rider left
And in the mouth of the night
A star appeared

Hey ox, hey ox

I'm not a cowboy but I like rodeos
Of forró, of drinking, of a doll-like woman
I don't ride a horse, I only drive a car
But I'm crazy about partying with women in the revelry

Rodeo is a sport from the Brazilian Northeast
Of women and cowboys who like to have fun
Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, I'm always drinking
I'm a little crazy, I want a woman to dance with us

Oh, oh, oh a woman to dance with us
Oh, oh, oh a woman to have fun
Oh, oh, oh a woman to marry us
Friday, Saturday, and Sunday
And on Monday, to break up

It's the ox, the horse, and the cowboy
It's the cowboy, the horse, and the ox
It's the people shouting to bring down
And can't leave it for later

It's the ox, the horse, and the cowboy
It's the cowboy, the horse, and the ox
It's the people shouting to bring down
And can't leave it for later

It's the horse that gets restless
That leans against the fence post
The puller shouts to the tangler
I want the bull's tail on the ground
And the people cheer happily
Applauding from the stands
That's how the Northeast smiles
When it announces there will be a rodeo

It's the ox, the horse, and the cowboy
It's the cowboy, the horse, and the ox
It's the people shouting to bring down
And can't leave it for later

Rodeo is a sport marked
For friends on weekends
It's one going to the other's house
Running cattle, dating, drinking
The cowboy is a big family
When a friend, is a loyal friend
It's our greatest emotion
Running to compete for the champion
Winning prizes, cups, and trophies

I dance forró
Lambada, Reggae, and Baião
No matter the rhythm
I drag my foot on the ground
I forget the sadness
And send everything away
The party is lively
I just want to sway more

I'm in a good mood
And I'm going to rock it
I'm all set
Beyond Baghdad

Give me your hand
Princess come dance
I don't want to see sadness
Let's sway
My dear, the night is ours
Until the sun rises

Oh, I'm crazy
I'm in the middle of the hall

A woman has to be beautiful
Robust, tasty, and good
Whether blonde or brunette
It doesn't matter if she's older
A nice round butt
Being in the right measure
I say this, but it was a woman

It's tchaka, tchaka in the mutchaka
Tchaka, tchaka tchaka, tchaka in the mutchaka
I make the peels fly
Tchaka, tchaka tchaka, tchaka in the mutchaka
It hit the spot, it's slick

As the saying goes
Daddy already said, sir
Hold your heifer
Because my bull is loose
I've been like this since I was little
Because the hawk is in the box
Had an eye, give it a sauce

It's tchaka, tchaka in the mutchaka