Saco de Ouro

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

I have a pair of spurs
A saddle and a lasso
A steel dagger and armadillo tail
I have a still perfect gun holster
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 the long straw pipe
How many mosquitoes I scared away with it
A left stirrup
That I kept carefully
Because the right one I broke on the fence

The already yellowed invoice
From the first saddle I bought myself
In Soledade at Casa da Cinta
Two hundred and thirty, I paid on the spot

Also the crumpled receipt
First salary I earned
It's my gear in a tied sack
In a corner leaning, that I always kept

For me, it represents a beautiful past
The cattle work that I always enjoyed
Facing this hard work
And made my future without breaking the law

The sack is a relic with my gear
I don't sell it and I don't let anyone touch
Through life's struggles I endured the challenge
And the gold in the sack is the memory