Disparada

Get your heart ready for the things I'm going to tell
I come from the backcountry, I come from the backcountry
I come from the backcountry and I might not please you
I learned to say no, see death without crying
And death, destiny, everything, death and destiny, everything
Was out of place, I live to fix

In the cattle drive, I was once a steer, but one day I mounted
Not for a reason of my own, or of anyone with me
Who had any desire, but out of necessity
Of the owner of a cattle drive whose cowboy died

Cowboy for a long time, tight lasso and strong arm
Lots of cattle, lots of people, I held on to life
I followed as if in a dream, and cowboy was a king
But the world kept turning on the hooves of my horse
And in the dreams I dreamt, the visions becoming clear
The visions becoming clear, until one day I woke up

So I couldn't continue as a brave lieutenant
And owner of cattle and people, because with cattle we brand
Drive, brand, fatten, and kill, but with people it's different
If you don't agree, I can't apologize
I don't sing to deceive, I'll grab my guitar
I'll leave you aside, I'll sing somewhere else

In the cattle drive, I was once a steer, cowboy I was once a king
Not for me or anyone, who was with me
Who wanted or could, for any reason of their own
For any reason of their own to go further than me

But the world kept turning on the hooves of my horse
Since the day I mounted now I'm a horseman
Tight lasso and strong arm in a kingdom without a king