Nasci e Vou Morrer Vaqueiro

I was born to be a cowboy
And I will die as a cowboy
Living herding cattle
Is my devotion
Seeing my field well taken care of
Is my first step
Whoever wants to be a good cowboy
Love the profession
Where there's a saddled horse,
A good cattle dog,
And a wild bull runner.
Where the leather-clad gather,
A lively forró,
You can call me and I'll go.
Where there's a rodeo party
Ring game, horseback riding
And a singer chanting
If there's a calf roping race,
Calf grabbing by hand,
Wait for me, I'm coming...