Velho Pianga

At the ranch door I sit in the evening
My mind aligns with other paths
I light a nice straw cigarette
Looking at the yard and the birds in the nest

I think about life in the past
The old lady beside me stays silent in respect
A distant son, I don't know where he is
In old Pianga, it's the longing that speaks

I see the roads and the old little houses
The skill I had on the saddle
Beautiful saddle with ten daisies
The life plan I made that never came

I left the road and the friendly dust
And the sweet song of a cowboy
To live life with the beloved woman
Dreaming of roads on a pillow

Life doesn't always make us happy
Sometimes we don't get what we want
In the tough paths that life offers
Love exalts with a woman

I've been a cowboy and a rodeo rider
I've flirted for a big audience
Riding a wild donkey was a game for me
And the idea of being afraid was erased