Carreira de Campo
Era uma tarde qualquer
Volta pras casas da lida
Ia um gateado e um tordilho
Cruzando a varzea estendida
Ia um indio no gateado
No tordilho outro campeiro
Um de pala e meia espalda
O outro de lenço e sombreiro
Se largaram em paleteio
Que um olhar firma a carreira
Desde as duas corticeiras
Até o cruzar da porteira
É a rédea frouxa na mão
Contra espora segura
Quem sabe é por pataquada
Por honra ou por rapadura
Só sei que bem pareciam
Dois tauras em disparada
Uma carga de combate
Mas era só carreirada
Hace tiempo no se via
Uma carreira tão parelha
Era focinho a focinho
Era orelha com orelha
A várzea ficou pequena
Pra mostrar como se faz
Uma carreira de campo
Saltando barro pra trás
O gateado mais ligeiro
Que um tirambaço de bala
Cruzou o vão da porteira
Com o índio abanando o pala
No tordilho outro balaço
Cruzou ligeiro num facho
Chapéu quebrado na aba
Mas firme no barbicacho
Quem perdeu e quem ganhou
Cruzaram assim num repente
Um diz que cruzou primeiro
O outro que ia na frente
Field Race
It was any afternoon
Back to the workhouses
There was a roan and a dapple gray
Crossing the extended meadow
There was an Indian on the roan
On the dapple gray another cowboy
One with a poncho and half back
The other with a handkerchief and hat
They started in a gallop
Where a look sets the race
From the two cork trees
To the crossing of the gate
The reins loose in hand
Against the spur held
Who knows if it's for show
For honor or for sugar cane
I only know they looked like
Two bulls in a sprint
A combat charge
But it was just a race
It had been a while since
A race so even was seen
It was nose to nose
It was ear to ear
The meadow became small
To show how to do
A field race
Jumping mud back
The roan faster
Than a gunshot
Crossed the gate opening
With the Indian waving the poncho
On the dapple gray another shot
Crossed swiftly in a flash
Hat broken on the brim
But firm on the chin strap
Who lost and who won
Crossed like that in a flash
One says he crossed first
The other that he was in the lead