Dobrando Os Pelegos
Me vou a cavalo de mala e cuia e se Deus quiser
Costeando a cerca com a alma presa num chamamé
Me vou a trote no serigote desse gateado
Que embora curto gruda o crinudo no meu costado
Saio garreado de peito inflado abrindo picada
Sujo de terra o mundo nas rédeas chapéu fincado
A volta vem e os calaveras se secam
Tendo por perto os pagos ajenos do outro lado
Devagarzito se afirma o tranco
Boleando a perna abrindo a goela num Sapucai
Folding The Sheepskins
I'm leaving on horseback with my belongings and God willing
Riding alongside the fence with my soul trapped in a chamamé
I'm trotting on the serigote of this bay horse
Whose short gait still sticks the hairy one to my side
I leave with my chest puffed out, opening a path
Dirtying the world, reins in hand, hat firmly planted
The return comes and the cowboys dry up
Having nearby the foreign lands on the other side
Slowly the pace is confirmed
Swinging the leg, opening the throat in a Sapucai