A Morte do Vaqueiro

On a very sad afternoon
Cattle mooing non-stop
Mourning their cowboy
Who no longer comes to sing
No longer comes to sing
So mournful to sing
Tengo, lengo, tengo, lengo,
Tengo, lengo, tengo
Hey, cattle, hey
Good northeastern cowboy
Dies without leaving a penny
His name is forgotten
In the backlands of the hinterland
They will never hear
His singing, my brother
Tengo, lengo, tengo, lengo,
Tengo, lengo, tengo
Hey, cattle, hey
Shaken in a grave
Despised by the lord
Only remembered by the dog
Who still cries
His pain
It's too much pain
To cry with love
Tengo, lengo, tengo, lengo,
Tengo, lengo, tengo
Tengo, lengo, tengo, lengo,
Tengo, lengo, tengo
Hey, cattle, hey
And... hey...