Saco de Estopa
100 Parea
Burlap Bag
A burlap sack with embira tied
I have kept my passion
An old boot, a gold-colored hat, a leather sheath, and an old machete
I have a pair of spurs, a harness and a lasso
A steel dagger, an armadillo's tail, I have a guaiaca still perfect
Carefully crafted and made only of rawhide
Only the wick remains of the broken lantern
To remember the cold I also saved
A white furry that lost its fur despite the care with which I took care of it
Also a long straw pipe
How many mosquitoes did I scare away with it?
A left stirrup that I kept carefully
Because the right was born and I broke it
The invoice, already all yellow, from the first saddle I bought myself
There in Soledade, at Casa da Cinta, I paid 230 at the time
Also the receipt is all crumpled, the first salary I invoiced
It's my betrayal in a bag tied in a corner that I always kept
For me it represents a beautiful past
The cattle work that I always liked
So I handed over this hard work, I made the future without breaking the law
The bag is a relic with my gear
I don't sell it and I don't let anyone put their hands on it
In the ups and downs of life I held the club and the gold in the bag is the memory
