Dom Santana

Come, come, come, bull

Go to the tip, Lagarto, to find shelter
And say that the herd is tough and already ran
Pass by the fender and tell Stubborn
To watch the hole that the muddy bull comes riding on Meneleu's back

Find a spot for the round preferably
If you don't have patience, it's a round round
Say that the herd is Biju Jamota brand
That the destination is Pelotas and the foreman is Santana

Who carries in the leather the destiny of being a drover
Landing in foreign fields like a teatino
Bitterly missing the beloved chinoca
Calling the herd strongly towards the destination

Eighteen nights of complete round now
Twenty-one days of herd and let's go
And the drover keeps calling and the herd keeps marching
Climbing the Serra da Aurora

Come, come, bull
Come, come, bull