Gift
I bring this xote
To give as a gift
For those who like horses
Riding and dancing
And we sway
In an old crinudo xote
It's two steps to the side, two steps back
And a little turn, folks
Crinudo xote
From the old grongueira pampa
Riding along the buttonhole
In a galpão party
In an old way
Settled on the border
Enjoying the drinking bouts
Eighth notes at the counter
Sleepless xote
Curious and restless
Because it's wild
The guy adjusts it calmly
And into the night
It flourishes and shouts
Because besides being beautiful
I swear it's good for the soul
I bring this xote
To give as a gift
For those who like horses
Riding and dancing
And for those who like
A forbidden romance
One of those hidden kisses
In the dim light of the hall
Terrunho xote
Shaped in the commotion
But with the commitment
To maintain tradition
Sometimes
It drags beating its hooves
Then it calms down and bumps
Raising dust from the ground
Our xote
From the good and rustic people
Raised by the meadows
That ensures the rhythm
If they give it space
It encourages evolution
Because you have to lock the garrão
Then you start the pealo
