Arreio de Prata

In São José do Rio Preto, a long time has passed
Your Oscar Bernardino traveled with the cattle
In a transport to Mato Grosso, he took in the entourage
A foster son whom he taught the work
In his silver saddle that he won in the rodeo
The boy rode gallantly on the horse he tamed

That silver saddle was his most prized possession
Only on special occasions in Rio Preto he used it
On this trip, Oscar recommended to the cowboys
To take good care of the young cowboy who was just starting out
The boy played the horn, the Itamar and Tiãozinho watched closely

Oscar always remembered the boy's habit
He didn't count on the turmoil of life
And it was there in the Pantanal when no one expected
A treacherous jaguar jumped on a beast
The cattle stampeded, shaking the backlands
It seemed like the world was ending at that moment

The virgin field air smelled of burnt horn
The boy shouted to try to hold the cattle
The girth broke, he was thrown from the horse
Trampled by the hooves of the cattle
When the herd passed, they saw the boy lying
With his silver saddle, he was dead and embraced

Oscar Bernardino's joy ended
He took the silver saddle and spoke to Antonio
This saddle belongs to the boy, leave it with him, please
Under a jatobá tree, he planted a small cross
And on the cross, he wrote a sign: here lies a horse tamer
Who, despite his young age, had no equal among cowboys