O Menino da Porteira

Every time I traveled along the Ouro Fino road
From afar I saw the figure of a boy
Who ran to open the gate, then came asking me
Play the horn, young man, so I can hear it

When the cattle passed and the dust settled
I would toss a coin and he would jump out
Thank you cowboy, may God be with you
My horn went ringing out into the backlands

On the paths of this life I have found many thorns
But none of them hit me harder than what I went through
On my return trip I got something going on
Seeing the gate closed, I didn't see the boy

I got off my horse, at the ranch on the ground floor
I saw a woman crying, I wanted to know why
The cowboy came late, see the cross on the road
The one who killed my little son was a heartless ox

There in the region of Ouro Fino taking wild cattle
When I pass through the gate I even see your image
Its sad creaking sounds more like a message
From that dark face wishing me a good trip

The little cross on the road of thought doesn't go away
I already made an oath that I will never forget
Even if my cattle explode, I need to go after them
On this piece of garish ground I will not touch anymore