Xucro Coração
Grupo Matizes
Rough Heart
Inside the field I came, skirting the fence
Loose rein swinging, not riding scared
In the craft of the lasso, it demands gentleness
And there at that moment, only my rough heart
Suddenly I looked from below, from under the hat brim
Two eyes staring at me, like stars in the sky
I got confused in the work, got tangled in the lasso
The throw was accurate, and for her I fell in love
My heart raced with the reins
When she came towards me
She put her hand on the brake
She looked into my eyes with a smile and passion
They gave support, the cow went away
And with it went the cup that was in my hand
I sat there on a saddle
Giving water and feed to my heart
I sat there on a saddle
Giving water and feed to my heart
