Preto de Alma Branca
Fazenda da liberdade
Quando o coronel vivia
Seus empregados e colonos
Gozavam de regalia
Mas tudo que é bom se acaba
Cada coisa tem seu dia
Foi numa tarde de maio
O coronel falecia
Um preto velho chorou
Na hora que o caixão saía
Era o peão mais antigo
Que na fazenda existia
Com a morte do coronel
Seu filho ficou patrão
Mas não herdou do seu pai
Aquele bom coração
Mandou chama o preto velho
E falou sem compaixão
Vou manda você embora
Não tenho mais precisão
Preciso de gente nova
Pra cuidar das criações
Foi mais um golpe doído
Na vida desse cristão, ai
No palanque da mangueira
O preto velho encostou
Ali de cabeça baixa
O seu passado relembrou
De quantos bois cuiabanos
Nos seus braços já tombaram
Quantos potros redomões
Sua chilena quebrou
Um estalo na porteira
Neste momento escutou
Um pantaneiro furioso
Na mangueira penetrou, ai
A filha do fazendeiro
Sua prendinha querida
Aquele anjo inocente
Brincava muito entretida
O preto saiu correndo
Com suas pernas enfraquecidas
Parou na frente do boi
Quando ele deu a investida
Já na primeira chifrada
A sua força foi vencida
Pra salvar a sinhazinha
Ele arriscou sua própria vida
O fazendeiro correndo
Cinco tiros disparou
Derrubou o pantaneiro
Mas já não adiantou
Abraçando o preto velho
O coitado ainda falou
Mande benzer a sinhazinha
Do susto que ela levou
Eu preciso ir-me embora
Minha hora já chegou
E o preto de alma branca
Desse mundo descansou, ai
Black with a White Soul
Farm of freedom
When the colonel was alive
His workers and tenants
Lived in luxury
But all good things come to an end
Everything has its day
It was on a May afternoon
That the colonel passed away
An old black man cried
As the coffin was carried out
He was the oldest worker
That the farm ever had
With the colonel's death
His son became the boss
But he didn't inherit
His father's kind heart
He called the old black man
And spoke without compassion
I'm gonna let you go
I don't need you anymore
I need new people
To take care of the livestock
It was another painful blow
In this man's life, oh
By the corral
The old black man leaned
With his head down
He remembered his past
How many Cuiabá cattle
Had fallen in his arms
How many wild colts
His whip had broken
A crack at the gate
At that moment he heard
An angry rancher
Bursting into the corral, oh
The farmer's daughter
His precious little girl
That innocent angel
Was playing so happily
The old man ran out
With his weakened legs
He stopped in front of the bull
As it charged ahead
With the first horn strike
His strength was defeated
To save the young lady
He risked his own life
The farmer, running
Fired five shots
He took down the rancher
But it was too late
Embracing the old black man
The poor guy still spoke
Have someone bless the young lady
From the fright she just had
I need to go now
My time has come
And the black man with a white soul
Rested from this world, oh