As 30 Lapadas

Hey, backcountry
Hey, hey, hey cattle
Hey

The cachaça is tastier
When you drink it nibbling
In love and suffering
For a beautiful maiden
It becomes a soap opera
When you love in secret
30 lashes that I drink
Are 20 thinking of her

The cachaça is tastier
When you drink it nibbling
In love and suffering
For a beautiful maiden
It becomes a soap opera
When you love in secret
30 lashes that I drink
Are 20 thinking of her

My backcountry has raised
Mulattoes with cinnamon skin
Custódia is my city
Full of beautiful women
I don't reveal their names
I prefer to keep it a secret
30 lashes that I drink
Are 20 thinking of her

I'm a cowboy
And I herd cattle
My horse is a beast
And the girl I love
I kill and die for her
I don't enjoy her caresses
As she's afraid of her father
30 lashes that I drink
Are 20 thinking of her

In the morning I take the horse
Give him a bath, feed him, saddle him
I go to the field with the cattle
Only thinking of her
At the gate she waits for me
To see the time I arrive
30 lashes that I drink
Are 20 thinking of her

At 4 in the morning
I divide the cattle
Singing a melody
I release a bull at the gate
I see you at the window
With that thirst for a kiss
30 lashes that I drink
Are 20 thinking of her

The one I'm in love with
Is the farmer's daughter
She loves this cowboy
She likes me, I like her
She'll be my rib
Sooner or later
30 lashes that I drink
Are 20 thinking of her

Whether her father likes it or not
Or if they turn into beasts
They won't take her from me
Because I can't live without her
I call her
Her phone I answer
30 lashes that I drink
Are 20 because of her

I call her
Her phone I answer
30 lashes that I drink
Are 20 because of her
Beloved woman
Oh my backcountry

Hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey