A Piquitita
Duduca & Dalvan
Little Piquita
My cattle truck
My well-built little house
My serenading guitar
Good and upright wife
The playful kids
The little doll
One older in school
Another mischievous little one
Sitting in the powerful truck's cabin
I prepare for another journey
I warm up the engine, adjust myself at the wheel
I see the kids leaning out the window
Already missing the youngest, Little Piquita
Beautiful little angel waving to me
I adjust the mirror, slowly drive away
I honk and to the kids
I sing like this
Bye bye, Little Piquita, bye bye
Take care of mommy for me
Bye bye, Little Piquita, bye bye
I'll take care, daddy, yes yes
My cattle truck
Loaded with good cattle
King of the Brazilian backlands
Cuts through mountains and savannas
Just like its driver
Seems to have a heart
Suffers, has glories on the track
Friend in solitude
And driving calmly along the road
I see children at the window greeting
I'm happy and respond to the kids
I feel my heart beating irregularly
And it feels like I'm seeing Little Piquita
Who's waiting for me far away
I pick up the pace and accelerate
I honk and to the kids
I sing like this
Bye bye, Little Piquita, bye bye
Take care of mommy for me
Bye bye, Little Piquita, bye bye
I'll take care, daddy, yes yes
