Castração a Pealo

Raising dust, the cowboy yells
Hitting the cattle on the pasture
The mixed breed resists and comes striking the lasso
Fastening my horse, pulling the reins

I brewed my mate very early in the morning
I started working as the day broke
In the deep field, shouting at the cattle
To come to the pen on a cold morning

A lively and agile chestnut horse
I throw the reins to my loyal dog
Handling the herd with shouts and kicks
Bold and brave, working as a cowboy

Who has faith in the armed arm
The whip resounds on the cattle
Already fallen in the center of the pen
Ready for the cowboy's knife

In the afternoon, I grabbed the accordion
And made the sad song echo in the space
Then I saddled a chestnut mare
I went to the pen to throw a lasso

I raised my arm and sent the throw
I roped a bull that fell bellowing
In a few seconds, it stood up castrated
Shaking off the horn, stumbling

The cachaça in the gourd shines with memories
What I did here will remain in history
The boss told me, now make for me
A verse for the Itacurubi ranch

As the cachaça goes back and forth
The embers in the ashes, just hit the firebrand
Castration by pialo, there's nothing like it
This is the ritual here in my homeland

(And here comes my friend Gildinho for this castration by pialo)
(And the group Os Monarcas, let's get ready, comrades)
(We've arrived, my friend Baitaca)

In the afternoon, I grabbed the accordion
And made the sad song echo in the space
Then I saddled a chestnut mare
I went to the pen to throw a lasso

I raised my arm and sent the throw
I roped a bull that fell bellowing
In a few seconds, it stood up castrated
Shaking off the horn, stumbling

The cachaça in the gourd shines with memories
What I did here will remain in history
The boss told me, now make for me
A verse for the Itacurubi ranch

As the cachaça goes back and forth
The embers in the ashes, just hit the firebrand
Castration by pialo, there's nothing like it
This is the ritual here in my homeland