Preto de Alma Branca

In the freedom farm when the colonel lived
His employees and tenants enjoyed privileges
but everything good comes to an end, everything has its day
It was on a May afternoon that the colonel passed away
an old black man cried when the coffin was carried out
he was the oldest laborer on the farm

With the colonel's death, his son became the boss
but he didn't inherit his father's good heart
he called the old black man and heartlessly said
I'm going to send you away, I no longer need you
I need new people to take care of the livestock
it was another painful blow in this man's life, oh

On the corral fence, the old black man leaned
there with his head down, he remembered his past
how many cattle from Cuiabá he had handled in his arms
how many untamed colts he had broken in
a crack in the gate was heard at that moment
a furious Pantanal cowboy entered the corral, oh

The rancher's daughter, his beloved little girl
that innocent angel played happily
the black man ran with his weakened legs
he stood in front of the bull when it charged
At the first horn strike, his strength was overcome
to save the young lady, he risked his own life

The rancher running, fired five shots
downed the cowboy but it was too late
Embracing the old black man, the poor man still said
bless the young lady for the scare she had
I need to go, my time has come
and the black man with a white soul, rested from this world, oh