Tropas e Boiadas
Pedro Bento e Zé da Estrada
Troops and Herds
I met at the cowboys' port
A good cowboy, old and experienced
With him I learned many lessons
From that time when cattle reigned
I didn't know what a horn was
I was unaware of a rodeo
Because I was a beginner
In this business of herding cattle
Go, go, go, go old longing, go fetch
I want to see again, troops and herds passing by!
He told me about his wanderings
And the celebrations upon his arrival
Beautiful girls came to the window
To see his cowboys pass by
He also spoke of the case of the painted one
Cornered inside the big bush
When the cattle stampede happened
Where he lost his friend and brother
Dear boy, I could be your father
You are starting your life now
But tomorrow, when you grow up
You will also remember my story
A story that is written
On a dusty page
You are now part of my book
Entitled,
