Vida de Vaqueiro
Eu quarqué dia
Vou-me embora pro sertão
Pois saudade
Não me deixa sossegar
Chegando lá
Visto logo meu gibão
Selo o cavalo
E vou pro mato vaquejar
O bom vaqueiro
Traz sempre no alforge
Farinha seca
Rapadura, carne assada
Mas tem um fraco
Que é um vício que num foge
Samba de fole
Com muié desocupada
Êi, êi, gado
Êi, êi, gado
Êi, êi, êi, êi, êi, êi,êi, êi, êi, boi...
Vou pegar o cara preta
Boto chocáio e careta
E depois conto como foi
Cowboy Life
Any day now
I'll go to the backlands
Because longing
Doesn't let me rest
When I arrive there
I quickly put on my vest
I saddle the horse
And go to the bush to herd cattle
The good cowboy
Always carries in his bag
Dry flour
Rapadura, roasted meat
But he has a weakness
That is an addiction that doesn't go away
Accordion music
With a woman of leisure
Hey, hey, cattle
Hey, hey, cattle
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, ox...
I'll catch the black steer
I'll put on a fierce face
And then I'll tell you how it went