Fazenda São Francisco

I did the greatest feat,
On the banks of the River of Death,
With another truck driver,
Experienced in transportation.

I went to get a herd of cattle,
For a breeder from the north,
Upon arrival I sensed,
That it was a lucky day,
After the loading, only one beef cattle remained.

The crossbreed was fierce,
That even attacked in the shade,
And the farmer's daughter,
Biting her lips said.

I never kissed anyone,
I swear by the daylight,
But whoever rides this bull,
And takes away its courage,
Wins my first kiss that I will give with joy.

Seeing the beauty of the girl,
My blood boiled in my veins,
I put on a pair of spurs,
And grabbed the whip.

I caught the crossbreed by the horn,
I rolled with him in the sand,
While he thrashed,
I tightened the strap,
But when I sat on his back, that's when I saw the ugly thing.

The bull jumped the gate,
In the first buck,
On a stone slope,
He descended jumping slyly.

Tongues of fire came out,
Smelled like burnt horn,
When the hooves of the crossbreed,
Hit the paved ground,
He stopped bellowing, kneeling defeated by the spur.

To fulfill her promise,
The girl came quickly,
She said to me: