Não Largo de Mão

I fill myself with experience and road
Of the horses I tamed
Of herds crossing hills
Caravans I trotted
Lasso, corral, arena, and field
Wrapped in tough leather I bucked
With each buck a lasso
Taming life, I grew up

There comes a time I stop seated
Sometimes I wonder where is the job for me
Why a cowboy in the work ages
And life seems rough at the end
Yesterday the reins, today the weight of the gourd
My back bends so I fall to the ground
For this old man, this gourd is a mane
Death stuck is fate, I won't let go

Remembering rolls the thought
Jolts loneliness
Because the farm whip
Doesn't rein in the heart
I was a boy mounted on a dream
To have my ranch, my livestock
I was guided by the reins of time
Without horses and saddles on the ground