Saco de Ouro

In a burlap sack with embira tied
I have kept is my passion
An old boot, a gold-colored hat
Leather sheath and an old machete

I have a pair of spurs, a harness and a lasso
A steel dagger and an armadillo's tail
I have a guaiaca that is still perfect
Carefully crafted and made only of rawhide

Only the wick remains of the broken lantern
To remember the cold I also saved
A white furry that has lost its fur
Despite the care with which I took care

Also a long straw pipe
How many mosquitoes did I scare away with it?
A left stirrup that I keep carefully
Because I broke the right on the fence

The invoice is already all yellow
From the first saddle I ever bought myself
There in Soledade, at Casa da Cinta
Two hundred and thirty, I paid right away

Also the receipt, already all crumpled
First salary I earned
It's my betrayal in a tied bag
In a corner tucked away, which I myself kept

For me it represents a beautiful past
The cattle work that I always liked
So facing 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 put their hands on it
In the ups and downs of life I held my own
And the gold in the bag is the memory