Os Três Boiadeiros Japoneses

This is the story of three Japanese
Who worked in the cattle herding service
Toshiro, Okuda, and Tanaka

Traveling down the road
Okuda in the lead playing the horn
Calling the cows
And Tanaka, always by the side
Distracting the cows
Being careful with the crossroads

And the three of us lived herding cows
And the three of us lived herding cows

We ran, ran after the cows
Again, it was the cows
That ran after the Japanese

But one day in the pasture
There was a thunderstorm, in a stampede
The cow burst
On that day, Okuda died
Fell off the horse, went into the herd, and the cow stepped on him

It's just me and Tanaka herding cows
It's just me and Tanaka herding cows

Tanaka, hold the cow, Tanaka!
If you don't come back to plant the pasture!
Oh, fearful Japanese Tanaka!!!

On Sunday, at the rodeo
Tanaka drank, filled himself with sake
And jumped into the arena
In a flash, I shot the cow
The horned one trembled, and in the leap it took
It killed the companion Tanaka

I'm left alone herding cows
I'm left alone herding cows

Oh, what a mess Tanaka made
You messed everything up
Ended up under the cow

Traveling down the road
Not playing the horn, not seeing ahead Okuda and Tanaka
Of this trio, I remain, Toshiro
In every city, everyone asks
About the three Japanese

I'm left alone herding cows
I'm left alone pushing cows

Now the Japanese got upset, huh!
Won't work with cows anymore
Japanese will set up a fruit stand
Won't heat the pot with cows anymore
Will send pasture, eggplant, turnip
To everyone, got it?