Vida de Vaqueiro

Any day now
I'll go to the backlands
Because longing
Doesn't let me rest
When I arrive there
I quickly put on my vest
I saddle the horse
And go to the bush to herd cattle

The good cowboy
Always carries in his bag
Dry flour
Rapadura, roasted meat
But he has a weakness
That is an addiction that doesn't go away
Accordion music
With a woman of leisure

Hey, hey, cattle
Hey, hey, cattle
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, ox...

I'll catch the black steer
I'll put on a fierce face
And then I'll tell you how it went