Nelore Valente (feat. Daniel)

On the farm where I was born
Grandpa was a cowboy
As a child, I learned
How to handle the dairy cattle

One morning
Just see what despair
There was a sick calf
The farmer's order

Kill this animal right away
And disinfect the pen
If this disease spreads
It could contaminate
My whole herd

I noticed that my grandfather
Was quite upset
For having to sacrifice
The newborn animal

In the tears of his eyes
I understood his plea
I took the little animal in my arms
Took it home secretly

With herbs and blessings
His case was resolved
He treated it with care
And the milk the boss gave
Was shared with him

When the farmer found out
He called my little grandfather
Said you were stubborn
Not killing the little calf

You'll leave my farm
Early tomorrow morning
That hurt grandpa
Like a thorn wound

But there is always someone in the world
Who gives us some affection
And without much sacrifice
Grandpa found work
There on the neighboring farm

In a short time the calf
Was already a big ox
Beautiful, strong, sturdy
Gentle and very well-behaved

He pulled the car out of the mud
With ease
So he became quite famous
In the neighborhood

Until one evening
A desperate man
Shouted for help
His car fell down the hill
His son was trapped

The ox managed to pull
The car from the ravine
The boy was alive
His father said sobbing

Whatever the amount
I will buy this ox
I said he is priceless
I'll explain the reason

Grandpa's kindness
Saved his son
This brave Nelore
Is the sick little calf
That you ordered to be killed