Fazenda da Viuva

On a bustling farm, it belonged to a widow
A plot of land, but everything was a bit scattered
Some brush serves as shelter in the winter
Where they got the thorns to fix the fences

A yard with speckled chickens, silky feathers
Under the trees, there were some goats
A big pasture, a rocky creek ran through the middle
And where the corral closed was a beautiful plateau

An Indian from those ranchers, sent to the four winds
To talk about marriage, he arrived at the ranch
Right off the bat, he ran into her
On horseback in a saddle, on a smooth-gaited horse

Invited to the living room, where he was well received
He hung his hat on the rack, in a very nice gesture
He went straight to the kitchen and they offered him a pastry
There was also bread with honey, black coffee, and fried cake

After a few small talk exchanges, he got to the point
To marry and live together, he was willing
Nervously she said there were two needs
The farm of the Boss and I need some support

He put the farm in order, with nothing else to do
Joined the CTG and blended in with the local girls
When the accordion played, the widow was ready
And the Indian led the way in a fluted ranchera