Saco de Estopa
Chico Rey e Paraná
Burlap Bag
In a burlap bag tied with imbira
What I have kept is my passion
An old boot, a golden hat
Leather sheath and an old machete
I have a pair of spurs, a saddle and a lasso
A steel dagger, armadillo tail
I have a still perfect gun belt
Elaborate and made only of raw leather
From the broken lantern only the wick remains
To remember the cold I also kept
A white sheepskin that lost its fur
Despite the care I took
Also a long straw pipe
How many mosquitoes I scared away with it
A left stirrup that I keep carefully
Because the right one I broke on the fence
The already yellowed receipt
From the first saddle I bought myself
In Soledade, at Casa da Cinta
I paid 230 right away
Also the crumpled receipt
The first salary I earned
It's my gear in a tied bag
In a corner I always kept
For me it represents a beautiful past
The cattle work that I always liked
That's how I faced this hard work
I made my future without breaking the law
The bag is a relic with my gear
I don't sell it and I don't let anyone touch it
In life's struggles I held the bat
And the gold in the bag is the memory