Festa de Vaquejada

You can see from afar that there's a rodeo
The dust rises and the whip cracks
Women everywhere in boots and hats
There are blondes and brunettes with honey-colored eyes

Announcer calling to run the cattle
Cowboy drinking, saddled horse
The ladies scream from the stands
Drinking whiskey and cold beer

And the cowboy
Runs inside the track on his chestnut horse
When he reaches the line, he knocks the bull down
That's rodeo, that's my backcountry