Um Bagual Corcoveador

The troop came extended
Grazing in the corridor
I pushed the breech
And also made a halter
On a fat and thin bagual
Skittish and bucking
That got scared of the stake
And the shadow of the horseman

It's tough the life of a cowboy
Who only works as a hand
In that a hare shoots off
Under a clump of grass
My horse only kicked once
Hiding its face in its hands
It came out shaking the fur
And buried its nose in the ground

I tried to lift with the reins
But it was too late
I saw a fine dust
Forming clouds behind
Bellowing the fence went down
And crossed over to the other side
It seemed like a storm
Crossing in Maçambará

It got tangled in the spurs
Around the neck's turn
Cutting leather with hair
And taking bone splinters
In that damn inferno
I rode my cebolão
I adjusted four and a bit
On a summer afternoon

I tried to lift with the reins
But it was too late
I saw a fine dust
Forming clouds behind
Bellowing the fence went down
And crossed over to the other side
It seemed like a storm
Crossing in Maçambará

I felt the force of the wind
Pulling me out of the saddle
And that animal seemed
Like it was going to tear itself apart
I left it calm and trusting
A boss's mount
For I honor the name I carry
I am proud to be a cowboy

I tried to lift with the reins
But it was too late
I saw a fine dust
Forming clouds behind
Bellowing the fence went down
And crossed over to the other side
It seemed like a storm
Crossing in Maçambará