Morocha Não
Leonardo (gaúcho)
Not Morocha
Bugiu screaming in the bushes,
Wants lead says the saying,
I heard a cowboy abandoned,
Yelling in a song.
That the rules for a human,
Are the same as for animals,
Treating them like wild cattle,
Handling hooves and hands.
Certainly one of those cowboys,
Raised by the cliffs,
Announcer of young horses,
Unrestrained in speech.
He didn't learn that a gaucho,
Doesn't make a woman a doormat,
And that the duties of a man,
Are to protect and love.
Not Morocha, yes respect,
Woman is everything, life and love,
Whoever doesn't like it can stay that way,
Rude, macho, and rough.
Instead of using a whip,
Use the reins of tenderness,
Embrace around the waist,
Throw away the roughness.
Only a wild animal,
Raised by the grasslands,
Can treat like a mare,
The one who gives us life and love.
Certainly one of those cowboys,
Raised by the cliffs,
Announcer of young horses,
Unrestrained in speech.
He didn't learn that a gaucho,
Doesn't make a woman a doormat,
And that the duties of a man,
Are to protect and love.
Not Morocha, yes respect,
Woman is everything, life and love,
Whoever doesn't like it can stay that way,
Rude, macho, and rough.
