Cabocla Tereza

Up on the top of the mountain
In a strange little house
All made of thatch
I stopped one night on horseback
Because of two loud bangs
I heard coming from inside
I dismounted very gently
Heard a perfect moan
A voice full of pain
You, Tereza, rest
I swore to seek vengeance
For the death of my love
Through the crack of the window
By a little yellow light
From a lantern almost fading

I saw a cabocla on the floor
And a man had in his hand
A gun illuminating
I turned my horse at a gallop
Marked with spurs and whip
Bled the flank of the horse
I descended the mountain
Galopping my stallion
To call your doctor
We returned to the mountain
To that strange little house
Me and your doctor
We met the frightened man
Who called us to one side
And told his story

Long ago I made a little ranch
For my cabocla to live
For that was our nest
Far from this place
On the hill of the mountain
Near the moonlight
I lived a happy year
Without ever expecting that
And much time passed
Thinking to be so happy
But Tereza, doctor
Did not want happiness
My dream in these eyes
I paid dearly for my love
Because of another caboclo
She abandoned my ranch
I felt my blood boil
I swore to kill Tereza
I saddled my chestnut horse
And I will look for her
Now I have avenged
This is the end of a love
I killed this cabocla
This is my story, doctor