Vaqueiro Violeiro
Kara Véia
Cowboy Guitarist
The cowboy's joy is to catch the ox in the pasture
The guitarist's craft is to make verses for the beloved
The cowboy's joy is to catch the ox in the pasture
The guitarist's craft is to make verses for the beloved
My destiny is to be a cowboy
I love my profession
I became a guitarist by the force of baião
During the day I'm in the struggle catching ox with the lasso
At night I play the guitar to forget the fatigue
I make verses for my love who falls asleep in my arms
The cowboy's joy is to catch the ox in the pasture
The guitarist's craft is to make verses for the beloved
The cowboy's joy is to catch the ox in the pasture
The guitarist's craft is to make verses for the beloved
Living life with the lasso, I make my way
With my steel strings, I'm never alone
I'm a cowboy, guitarist from the backlands
I know the stubborn ox like the palm of my hand
I know the stubborn ox like the palm of my hand
The cowboy's joy is to catch the ox in the pasture
The guitarist's craft is to make verses for the beloved
The cowboy's joy is to catch the ox in the pasture
The guitarist's craft is to make verses for the beloved
Living life with the lasso, I make my way
With my steel strings, I'm never alone
I'm a cowboy, guitarist from the backlands
I know the stubborn ox like the palm of my hand
I know the stubborn ox like the palm of my hand
