Nossa Fazenda
Arreio de Ouro
Our Farm
Daddy tell me how our farm is doing
And that house where I was born and raised
It was there, daddy, that I learned to be a good cowboy
Running in the field and calling the cattle.
Daddy tell me how dear mother is doing
My brothers, my comrades
My horse, my old ox cart
And the corral where I used to pen the cattle.
Leather boots, saddle, bridle, and knife
My jacket and chaps, lasso and breastplate
My breastplate and my Pedigree dog
Waiting for me at the corral gate.
Daddy, I remember the moonlit nights
The rodeos where you used to take me
It was with you that I learned to be a songwriter
Listening to the beautiful songs you sang.
Today, far from my piece of land
My heart keeps asking to go back
To my people who are waiting for me in the eagerness
To be able to hug me
To my Chã Preta that is waiting for me, in Alagoas
My dear place.
