Berrante da Saudade
Peão Carreiro e Zé Paulo
Yearning Horn
How much I miss the sound of a horn echoing
Sponsoring a herd on the road
Seeing the dust form clouds in the space
Feeling tired from the trot of a cowboy
Tasting the cowboy food
The usual dried meat with beans
Living without walls, without a roof
Herding cattle on the backcountry roads
Hey ox, hey ox
Play the cowboy horn
Hey ox!
In the farewell, a cabocla at the window
So beautiful like a flower at dawn
Far away, talking to yearning
Feeling the urge to return to see you
Dyeing clothes with road dust
At the inn, hearing the cattle chewing
Setting up the hammock in the shed's beams
Swinging in the darkness, falling asleep
Hey ox, hey ox
Play the cowboy horn
Hey ox!
I was a cowboy because I liked the profession
The road was my colorful world
Each trip a story to tell
Riding through unknown corners
Without a entourage, without a horn, without a herd
On another road, now I follow alone
I don't know where to put so much yearning
Happiness no longer lives with me
Hey ox, hey ox
Play the cowboy horn
Hey ox!
