Trancão de Livramento

I spent the month on the campaign trail, ranting and raving
Roping pampa calf, arranging the fences
I even think about changing my life, settling in with the people
Get a good girl to stop being single
I heard in passing about a herd
From an old-fashioned dance, a gauchada fusion
I forgot my rest and the tiredness of accumulating
I don't know if I should leave this life or if I can still carry on

I'm dying to get involved in the country walks and horse riding
In a rush of freedom I'm dying to dance
And I'm going to get a waisted brunette that I like in the vaneira
And in a very frontier twist I go smoothly without making dust all night long

I heard that at the border people dance with their feet on the other side
And I need a shake that isn't the one from the pissed off
I'm going to leave the little pale pingo outside
I'm going to go into the hall, scratching the floor with my spurs
I don't even want to know if they're going to tell me to stop
I'm going to hold on to a brunette and no one will let me go
I'm taking a little hint that when it comes to dancing I'm a big mouth
I'm rolling to both sides, jerking in a jerk