Que Diacho! Eu Gostava do Meu Cusco

What the hell! I liked my dog
I understand. I aged understanding
Animal has no soul, I know well
But does a living being have?

What the hell! I liked my dog
It was a yellow mutt
Short, with crooked legs
That followed me on a Sunday
Back from a race

I was feeling down
Drinking more than usual
These things of jealousy, of suspicion
Do you understand me? He understood

I spent the day drinking
And he was there by my side
Looking at me sideways
Waiting for food

At that time he was skinny
His ribs were showing
Then he gained more weight
But he was never fat

When my stew came
I gave almost everything to him
A little, out of pity for him
And another, because on that day
I only swallowed drinks
Because of my thoughts

Already at sunset
Still thinking about the girl
And the miseries of life
I headed back home
And I saw the skinny dog
Trotting close by
With a shy demeanor

Go back home, mutt!
I scolded and scolded him
He stopped for a bit, then ran away
Sniffed around for something
Then came back to me
The foreman didn't like it
In the ranch there were only greyhounds
But the mutt stayed

I named him Sorro
The kids, Little Earring
But the name that stuck
Was Yellow Mutt

But the name doesn't matter
Animal has no soul, I know well
But does a living being have?

He stayed six years at the ranch
Dealing with cattle and sheep
Always attentive and willing
If a cow got lost in the bush
The mutt only returned
After getting it out
And he never bit anyone!
Not even the kitchen helpers
Who teased him
Nor sheep, nor chicken
Nor southern lapwing, ostrich
With lizards, he was the first
And even though small
He ran faster than a pardo

And everything was going so well
Until one unlucky day
The boss's son got engaged
And brought his fiancée to the ranch

It was in January
The bosses were at the beach
And a bunch of people came
All dressed differently
Even wearing necklaces, men did
And the girls half naked
Not even at bath time
I imagine by the stream
The frolic of the young ones

But well, I'm from another time
Of braids and full skirts
Up to there, there's nothing
We respect the whites
Look and pretend not to see
The worst was my dog
Who didn't understand, as an animal
The distance that separates
A mutt from a cowboy
From the cute little dog
Of my boss's fiancée

The girl's dog was almost like a toy
Short, wiggly
Long and well-groomed fur
Walked only on a leash
And was afraid of everything
Would bark at anything

My dog lost his composure
When he saw the girl's dog
And I swear to you the little dog
Also liked my bay horse
But the courtship was only from afar
Because the girl's dog was better cared for
Than a show bull

But on a moonlit night
Nature was stronger
The female dog was in heat
And my mutt behind her
Entered through a window
And there was a commotion
When they found the two

I found humor in the adventure
Until the young man arrived
The boss's son
And told Vitalício
Who had a bad reputation
To punish the mutt
To respect the families!
It seemed like a daughter
That the dog had abused

Forgive him, I said, the poor thing
He doesn't understand these things
Let me take him to the back
With my buddy
After the summer passes
Cover the mutt, Vitalício!
And you, pack up your things
And go get your horse

I felt anger inside
To be dismissed like that
By a little brat
And still wearing a necklace
But I promised to myself
Even the boss's son
Nobody touches my dog
I'll take him, I'll leave
And that's the end of it

What the hell! I liked my dog
Animal has no soul, I know well
But does a living being have?

I searched for him in the shed
In the pens, through the corrals
And no sign of the damn dog
In the end, already a bit tired
I took the old roan
And went to get my horse

With the dapple grey in front
I was thinking about life
I can join a group
Even at the end of the shearing
Then I'll fix the gear
And look for a job
Even if it's as a caretaker
If they don't hire me as a cowboy
And I'll take the dog with me
Because he was the only friend
Who never turned me down

At that moment, I heard the commotion
And the whining of my dog
Which was a scream of fright
Of fear, a scream of horror
I spurred the roan
But it was too late
They had done the cruelty
And the poor thing was bleeding
Bleeding to form a pool
And was already crying weakly

I picked up the dog in my arms
And my heart ached
The blood was escaping
There was no more hope
The dog was fading away
And my eyes were crying
Crying like a child

What the hell! I liked my dog
Animal has no soul, I know well
But does a living being have?

In that cursed moment
The young man returned
To know about the job
I put the dog on the ground
I grabbed the machete
And yelled at him
At him and at Vitalício!

He pulled out his gun
But he was too close
Before the bullet came out
I cut him to kill
It was like that, straight
I'm not here to lie
It's true that I ran away
But then I turned myself in
They judged me and sentenced me
But the worst thing was that they said
The reason was too little for what I did

What the hell! I liked my dog
Animal has no soul, I know well
But does a living being have?