Preto de Alma Branca

Farm of freedom
When the colonel was alive
His workers and tenants
Lived in luxury

But all good things come to an end
Everything has its day
It was on a May afternoon
That the colonel passed away

An old black man cried
As the coffin was carried out
He was the oldest worker
That the farm ever had

With the colonel's death
His son became the boss
But he didn't inherit
His father's kind heart

He called the old black man
And spoke without compassion
I'm gonna let you go
I don't need you anymore

I need new people
To take care of the livestock
It was another painful blow
In this man's life, oh

By the corral
The old black man leaned
With his head down
He remembered his past

How many Cuiabá cattle
Had fallen in his arms
How many wild colts
His whip had broken

A crack at the gate
At that moment he heard
An angry rancher
Bursting into the corral, oh

The farmer's daughter
His precious little girl
That innocent angel
Was playing so happily

The old man ran out
With his weakened legs
He stopped in front of the bull
As it charged ahead

With the first horn strike
His strength was defeated
To save the young lady
He risked his own life

The farmer, running
Fired five shots
He took down the rancher
But it was too late

Embracing the old black man
The poor guy still spoke
Have someone bless the young lady
From the fright she just had

I need to go now
My time has come
And the black man with a white soul
Rested from this world, oh