A Vaquinha
Trio Parada Dura
The Little Cow
That poor little cow going to the slaughterhouse
So old and skinny that her bones are poking through her skin
It seems like she knows she's walking towards the end
If she could speak, maybe she would tell us like this
My cowboy leading me to death
I gave my life to help you
My pure milk is what fed
Your little ones, whom I helped raise
You took away my little ones
Some for the cut and others on the road
Pulling carts on the ground of the world
In pain, bleeding from your sting
A thank you I expected to hear now
But all I hear is the crack of the whip of departure
My heart, saddened, is crying
The ingratitude of those I helped so much in life
Today I am old, I am good for nothing
My death only satisfies you
I lived my life only giving you profits
Without the right to die in peace
When your knife pierces my chest
And my blood runs through your hands
Because of your poor human ignorance
My cowboy, I will forgive you
A thank you I expected to hear now
But all I hear is the crack of the whip of departure
My heart, saddened, is crying
The ingratitude of those I helped so much in life
After death, I will be your steps
In the shoes made with my leather
I will be the belt to adorn ladies
I will be the bag to hold your gold
Since the beginning of humanity
When, in Bethlehem, they saw the Divine Light
My warmth, in the cold manger
I was the one who once warmed Jesus
A thank you I expected to hear now
But all I hear is the crack of the whip of departure
My heart, saddened, is crying
The ingratitude of those I helped so much in life
