Nossa Vaneira

It's in the vaneira that I go to the living room and tap my feet in the early morning
I'm from the border, born a cowboy, good at dancing, a fandangueiro

This vaneira has the style of this land
It has the swing of the brunette in the spring mornings

I am the song of the seriema on the hot days of my state
I am the night of the full moon, I am the wild burst of the cattle

I am the bellow of the red bull, I am the trunk over there by the mango tree
I am the crow of the Indian rooster, I am a gaucho all my life