Couro Cru
Leopoldo Rassier
Raw Leather
Raw leather, flesh on display,
I'm not made for those who like
Meadows without bulls.
Another tanned I didn't have
Like the rain falling freely
In the raw leather channel.
Beaten by sun and dew,
I'm small among the small,
Equal among my equals.
A tough back among the strong
And even if I bend or twist
No one hangs me on the racks.
They point their finger at me
Call me wild,
Tough meat,
Without ash or salt. (2x)
Without a hole in the horn,
Without a mark or sign,
They point their finger at me,
Call me wild! (2x)
Raw leather, flesh on display,
I'm not made for those who like
Meadows without bulls.
To those who point their finger at me
Lack core or have excess fear
To beat a raw leather...
To beat...
A raw leather!
They point their finger at me
Call me wild,
Tough meat,
Without ash or salt. (2x)
Without a hole in the horn,
Without a mark or sign,
They point their finger at me,
Call me wild! (2x)
They point their finger at me
Call me wild,
Tough meat,
Without ash or salt. (2x)
Without a hole in the horn,
Without a mark or sign,
They point their finger at me,
Call me wild! (2x)
