Quando o junho se entona

A troop of weight, stirs in the paddock
In the puddle of water hides the hoof marks
The drover saddles up, to cover the distances
In his worn and old saddle throne

Leagues of field until reaching the destination
Counterpointing simple small dreams
Wrinkles on the face, many rains on the back
Several winters, partnering serenely

Time indelible charges him the price
Does not forgive, nor does he make concessions
The blow of death, one day will come true
Bringing to the drover, perhaps his peace

That's why I sing the value of this man
Who consumes life, taking others' cattle
While the beloved one waits for him in the ranch
Full of dreams that shattered in half

The longing ends, in the clear eyes of the beautiful
Seeing a tired face from afar
A sentinel southern lapwing announces the arrival
And in the arms of the beloved, the cowboy reshapes his figure

The return was long, but much swifter
In the drover's eagerness to quench the lady's longing
And marked on the road by the hooves of the bay
In late May, when June tunes in