Saco de Estopa
100 Parea
Sack of Burlap
A sack of burlap with twine tied tight
I've kept my passion stored away
An old boot, a golden hat, leather sheath and a rusty blade
I’ve got a pair of spurs, a saddle and a lasso
A steel dagger, armadillo tail, I still have a perfect guaiaca
Crafted and made, all from raw leather
From the broken lantern, only the wick remains
To remind me of the cold, I’ve kept it too
A white blanket that lost its fur despite the care I gave it
Also a long-stemmed pipe
How many mosquitoes I’ve chased away with it
A left stirrup I kept with care
Because the right one I broke on the fence
The receipt all yellowed, from the first saddle I bought
Back in Soledade, at Casa da Cinta, I paid 230 on the spot
Also the crumpled receipt, my first paycheck I ever made
It’s my gear in a sack tied up in a corner that I’ve always kept
To me, it represents a beautiful past
The cattle work that I’ve always loved
So, I put in this hard work, I built the future without breaking the law
The sack is a relic with my belongings
I won’t sell it and I won’t let anyone touch it
Through the bumps of life, I held the reins and the gold in the sack is the memory
