Lobo Das Estradas

In a wave of life, he lost faith
Only a high round of destiny will bring back the joy of living
Constantly on the run, currently transiting through the BR loneliness
Fearless, losing the fear of dying
His fate trapped him in darkness
Hunter of hope in the bed of darkness
Lost gaze, tears, whiskey
Always alone even in the arms of the crowd
A champion;
his rebellious style explodes from the marks, a secret locked in his chest, the pain of a being,
the loss of a great love made him this way
By his side, a faithful hidden enemy, a nightmare of 100 kg white-faced, rough, dissatisfied
His conscience demands correction of some erased pages
Solitary
His comings and goings created the legend of the highway wolf
the best of all,
fans go wild to see him nail his 8 seconds,
in the heart of the people
sadly wandering, educating Morocco around the world
he didn't pay to see, life made him his own villain
rodeo made him a hero
Say what you want, but never doubt the love of this cowboy