Milonga Abaixo de Mau Tempo

Weird thing, the whole herd
Suffering the pain of hunger with their snouts in the water
The flooded field forces us to pray
In the task of those who carry to mourn the sorrows

The sad look of the cattle, crossing the river
The drool of the tired drowning the return
The morning of those who yell in the bush
And the shout of those who surround, rounding up the herd

Grab, buddy, the lasso while the ox is alive
The flood is damn bothering the pasture
As the milreis plain is cleared
And the grub that is eaten, pushing back time
Separate from the rodeo the local loneliness
Struggling to do what reason wants

Darling, I miss you
Tell me the mare is pregnant, the pig is fat
That the Bay is loose and that all the grub at home was eaten
Darling, I miss you
Tell me the mare is pregnant, the pig is fat
That the Bay is loose and that all the grub at home was eaten

Such bad luck, this damn plague
Curing the most damaged, gave fever to the cattle
If it weren't for the damn rain butting in
I would bring a thousand heads with the blessing of the homeland

I missed the little saint cleaning the handkerchiefs
And the rosary of reins, in the sinuous prayers
Right after, it's Holy Week
I go blind to the bank and only then I'll see her

Grab, buddy, the lasso while the ox is alive
The flood is damn bothering the pasture
As the milreis plain is cleared
And the grub that is eaten, pushing back time
Separate from the rodeo the local loneliness
Struggling to do what reason wants

Darling, I miss you
Tell me the mare is pregnant, the pig is fat
That the Bay is loose and that all the grub at home was eaten
Darling, I miss you
Tell me the mare is pregnant, the pig is fat
That the Bay is loose and that all the grub at home was eaten
Darling