Nunca Mais Vendo Cavalos

One day I sold my horse
It was on a Sunday, in those rodeo rounds
I, proud and happy
Came with the horse at full gallop!
They offered me a drink, and we kept chatting
Soon they started offering some money for my Picasso
The horse was shiny!
Calm like grass on the bank!
Gentleness is not for sale, said an old countryman
They left some money on the cloth
And at first, I refused

Then I thought
They will take care of my horse; I was never attached
My ranch is solitude!
I even gave a saddle blanket, and sold my old friend

As I was returning home, already a bit tipsy
I remembered the journeys we made through the land!
I even remembered a night when we went to a cliff!
Because of a filly
Picasso went crazy
Then he obeyed, and returned to composure!
These are things of the creature, of the nature of the animal
I know how it is
It happened to me

But I had already sold it, nothing else mattered
Life went on. How many have sold horses?
Some good, others bad, but it's a tradition
Then we take another colt, tame it, and another one is ready
For the precision tasks

And so the years went by, and I never saw Picasso again
But I still had memories, of those rural parties
Under a fig tree
We posed for a picture
I was all smiles
Such happiness!
And he well aligned, with his neck arched
Showing elegance

And time passed, I kept taming colts
But one was worse than the other
I never took it for lasso again!
I remembered my Picasso
Gentle and good at work
I carried him in my hand, he never refused me!
Since the day he arrived, a well-adjusted colt
He got used to being by my side, living there in the shed

Life is like a fallen fence
When you feel homesick, it hurts a lot!
The heart secretly, sometimes, aches in the chest
Like a brand on the thighs
It's not good for a tough guy
To miss a horse
How can you cry, it's a tough Indian thing
Feelings are a mess
Hard to contain

But time comes alone, it doesn't bring a godfather
One of those winter days
Gathering frost on the poncho
I was walking in the corridors, thinking about life
That's when I saw a horse, skinny, lying there
Next to the fallen fence
I approached closer, to that thrown skin
The eyes, lost and sad
I wondered
What kind of bad people exist in this world
To throw away a horse like that
To die on its own
I asked death for permission and approached without fuss
I don't believe in divinity, but the miracle happened
There on the edge of the fence, when it looked at me sadly
I instantly knew
That horse was mine

I took him to my ranch, treated him, healed his wounds
Fed him and stayed by his side
Until he got better!
Forgive me, my dear Picasso, now you stay with me
I'll never sell you again
It doesn't matter to me
If you no longer serve me for work
Here will be your life
Until the day you die
Maybe there's no forgiveness
You suffered in other hands what I did that day
I sold you for a few coins
A friend is priceless
What I did was cruel
Never selling horses again