Entrando no Bororé

Here comes Vito solito, entering Bororé
And the Brazilian dog trotting, in the shadow of the horse
Big hat, black scarf, calm demeanor of arrival
The afternoon in watercolor tones, resembles a Berega painting
A horse trotting, alert, snorts and refuses to the sides
And a partridge is beheaded on the last wire of the fence
Dismounts at the roadside cross and his gaze becomes hazy
Takes off his hat in silence, out of respect for his race
Here comes Rio Grande on horseback, entering Bororé
Here comes Rio Grande on horseback, how beautiful he is
Looks around the horse and lifts his body without fear
While a butterfly sits on the reins
Even the Christian who crosses the field is amazed
To see the sly heron in its dawn-colored coat
For there in a mud hut that he built with his sweat
The dream remains half for those who live without love
In a gentle flutter of wings, a flock crosses without a fuss
And the herons and Vitor disappear into the distance of the evening