Tirana do Lenço Florido

Today closer to the end of the afternoon
I'm going to ride a colt on the road
That almost choked yesterday
Running cattle in the 'canhada'

But I confess it's an excuse
To cross by your little ranch
For days I've had this urge
To think of you fondly

I tie a 'cow running knot'
And a 'heart bridle'
Just to have a good view
When I cross your land

I've been praying since now
To saints I don't even know well
That you're at the window
With eyes of 'affection'

Brunette when you wave at me
I don't even know what I think
Maybe you have a spell
Because I feel the splash
Of the flowers you carry in the handkerchief

I even thought of bringing a verse
To tell you on the way
But my horse is moody
Getting scared for no reason

He's sensing, girl
That you want me in your mind
So I ask you to throw back
My heart

Tirana why do you wave at me
If it's not out of goodwill?
Your smile hides from me
What you want to tell me

And even the flowers I picked
Insisted on 'telling' me
I always sought your yes
And I got your 'he loves me not'

Brunette, this little handkerchief of yours
Is more tyrannical than you
Each flower that lives in it
Has more sting than the spurs
Pricking this cowboy