No Cabo do Socador

It's been over thirty days that I've been dealing alone at the counter
But truth be told, I'm not much of a fence guy
But for someone who was tight, at least I'm dealing
I'm not playing with the people or standing still in the corner of the ranch

I made a deal with a rancher who kindly guaranteed
That I had all the meat I wanted, contradicting my childhood
But by God, a craving hits me when I uncover the pots
Only head, lungs, and throat is what comes from the ranch

But one day I'll finish and get my boss's change
I'll leave this backcountry towards the village
Far from the key and the chisel, I feel much more like a gaucho
To deal with red wine and the girls from the mansion

In the hills, it's pure rock, in the meadow, wild marsh
I'm almost tired and my wrists are swollen
From enduring sun and heat, my back is already peeling
Until a guide got stuck, and I peed from the shock

I carry a pain in my back that sad thing won't go away
Only under the influence of cachaça to endure this torment
Much worse when there's wind, it burns like a horror
When I raise the pestle, I strike three blows and sit down

But one day I'll finish and get my boss's change
I'll leave this backcountry towards the village
Far from the key and the chisel, I feel much more like a gaucho
To deal with red wine and the girls from the mansion

The Sun trembling on the ground makes a man groan
A tooth wanting to ache, I pull it out anyway
I puff up my chest watching the boss approaching
From afar, he's already aiming and eager to find fault

A rough thing, this thing called a fence for a poor country man
In the middle of January, courting a counter
I've made gates and bolts, just a few plots left to finish
I turned to the side of the change, now I can't slack off

Today I'll finish and get my boss's change
I'll leave this backcountry towards the village
Far from the key and the chisel, I feel much more like a gaucho
To deal with red wine and the girls from the mansion