O Sopro do Fole

Young man, that wind over there
Took my hat, shook my chain
It's the breath of the party accordion
That arrived from the backlands here

It's a note so clear right in my hand
Squeezing the bass of my heart
It's all I leave behind without more
In the dry ground

I'm a bird without a home
Flapping my wings
I live in the world, but I'm not from here
And a little water drips

When I can't fly anymore
I pass the work to the cattle
It's landing on the guitar and playing a heartfelt song
Don't tell me you don't like it
Don't tell me you don't like it

Young man, that wind here
Kissed my horse on the edge of the sea
It's the serenade song of those who have passed
And are about to return

It's the breath that ignites the river's engine
That comes from the depths of our Brazil
Who saw, who sang
Who cried, who smiled
Spoke and ascended

Hey
It's iron, it's fire, it's trampling
Hey, rodeo
Oh, good news, bright news

I already have in my hand the password, the saddle, and the spur
The chestnut horse waiting for the backlands to turn into sea
The sea then ignites in fire

It's the end, it's the beginning, I sang
It's the party of the king's return