A Morte do Vaqueiro

I'm going to sell my farm because the cowboy passed away
Since his death, all the cattle have been sad
And even the calves, out of grief, have already died
And even the calves, out of grief, have already died

The lamentation of the cattle and the farmer is great
And when I go to the field, I cry without direction
I return home remembering the cowboy's chant
I return home remembering the cowboy's chant, hey

When he was dying, he asked for no tears
He said goodbye to the farm, to the horse Golden Foot
He embraced Carmelita, kissing the leather vest
He embraced Carmelita, kissing the leather vest, hey

Before closing his eyes, he said goodbye to the boss
Asking for charity: Give me a handshake
I leave the life of a cowboy with love in my heart
I leave the life of a cowboy with love in my heart

They dressed the cowboy in a blue suit
They took him to the cemetery with a chest protector and leather vest
All the cattle followed, bellowing behind the coffin
All the cattle followed, bellowing behind the coffin, ah

When they buried him, it was the greatest despair
Asking for charity, the farmer's daughter
Said: Daddy, let me be buried with the cowboy
Said: Daddy, let me be buried with the cowboy, ah

Carmelita, when it's two in the morning
She says: Daddy, wake up, I heard a chant
It's the cowboy chanting, calling the plowed cow
It's the cowboy chanting, calling the plowed cow, ah

The farmer gets up, very sad sobbing
Saying: It's my cowboy. He left crying
At the corral gate, he found the cattle bellowing
At the corral gate, he found the cattle bellowing, hey

Carmelita, in her room, has a drawing
With the portrait of the cowboy on his saddled horse
All dressed in leather, with a beard and combed curls
All dressed in leather, with a beard and combed curls, ah