Triste Berrante

This time has gone far, I know well
So far that I even think I dreamed
How beautiful when we used to hear from afar
The sound of that sad horn
And a cowboy shouting, hey!
And I would stay there on the roadside
Watching the cattle walk until the last cow passed
There passed a cow, a cattle passed
There was a palm tree on the roadside
Where many hearts were recorded
Where many hearts were recorded
There, there, there, there...
But it has always been like this and always will be
The new comes and the old has to stop
Progress covered the dust of the road
And all that is my nothing
Today I have to accept and cry
But even seeing people, cars passing by
My eyes are seeing a cattle pass by