Recuerdos da 28

Every now and then, when I put my hand on the blanket
There's no poor China, nor waiter with a mean face
I'm from afar, where it rains and doesn't drip
I'm not afraid of a young horse, nor a male companion

I swing my leg and head straight to the touch-up
The hotter the commotion, the more daring I feel
And the crowd, who knows me well
Knows that by asking, my machete descends on 28

I saddle up in a bar by the tracks
While at the trough I quench the thirst of the roan
I hear the noise of the accordion mooing

And the old rabona pig, touching up in the salon
There's always a short and thick Indian
Nickname Neck, the rabona's lover
I enter the room in the middle of the confusion
I get a little confused like a dog in a procession

I almost always arrive a little thirsty
I break my hat on the forehead kissing saints on the wall

And at a glance if I don't see someone in uniform I shout
Serve me a straight one that knocks out the guard!
And at a glance if I don't see someone in uniform I shout
Serve me a straight one that knocks out the guard

I keep the gun stuffed with bullets
My machete, hat, and poncho and excuse me, I'm going to dance
In these dances, I carry a loaded wallet
I dance with the best China, I don't care about paying!

I leave my horse tied to the fence
I just don't want him to limp when the party's over
The cops always come at the wrong time
But I walk out the door, I just want to see who catches me

Since I was a kid, I don't wait for the police
If things get out of hand, I cover myself with a quero-quero
Since I was a kid, I don't wait for the police
If things get out of hand, I cover myself with a quero-quero