Nunca Mais Vendo Cavalos

One day I sold my horse
It was on a Sunday, during those rodeo rounds
I was all dressed up, feeling good
Riding with my horse all sleek
They offered me a drink, and we kept chatting
Soon they started throwing cash at my Picasso
He was shiny and strong
Calm as a cat on a fence
No one buys gentleness, said an old rancher
They tossed some cash on the cloth
And right away I hesitated

Then I thought
They'll take care of my horse, I never got too attached
My home is loneliness
I even gave a nod, and sold my old friend

On my way back home, already feeling the drink
I remembered the adventures we had around the land
I even recalled a night we spent on a hillside
Because of a filly
The Picasso went wild
Then he calmed down, and got back to his manners
It's just how creatures are, part of nature
I know how it goes
It happened to me too

But I had already sold him, nothing could change that
Life went on, how many have sold horses?
Some good, some bad, but it's part of the tradition
Then we got another colt, broke him in, and another one's ready
For the precise work

And so the years went by, and I never saw the Picasso again
But I still had memories, of those ranch parties
Under a fig tree
We posed for a picture
I was all smiles
Such happiness
And he all groomed, with his neck held high
Showing off his grace

And time kept passing, I kept breaking colts
But one was worse than the other
I never roped again
I remembered my Picasso
Gentle and good for work
I had him in hand, never hesitated
Since the day he arrived, a young one, well-mannered
He got used to my side, living there in the barn

Life is a fallen fence
When you feel nostalgia, it hurts like hell
The heart secretly, sometimes, marks in the chest
Like a thorn in the groin
It doesn't look good for a gaucho
To miss a horse
How can you cry, and it's a thing for a tough guy
Feelings are a hassle
Hard to deal with

But time comes alone, brings no godmother
One of those winter days
Gathering frost on my coat
I was walking down the corridor, thinking about life
That's when I saw a horse, skinny, lying there
By the fallen fence
I got closer to that hide thrown away
His eyes, lost and sad
I asked myself
What kind of jerk exists in this world
To throw away a horse
To let it die on its own?
I asked death for permission and approached quietly
I don't believe in divinity, but a miracle happened
There by the fence, when he looked at me with sadness
In that moment I knew
That horse was mine

I took him to my ranch, treated him, healed his wounds
Gave him food and stayed by his side
Until he got better
Forgive me, my Picasso friend, now you stay with me
I’ll never sell you again
I don’t care much
If you’re no longer good for work
Here will be your life
Until the day you die
Maybe, there’s no forgiveness
You suffered in other hands for what I did that day
I sold you for some cash
A friend has no price
What I did was cruel
Never selling horses again