Vaquejada

As November rolls around
With the first rain coming down
The cowboys gather 'round
In front of the whitewashed house
They'll check the fields for grass
To see if the brush is thick, hehehe

The ranch hand's the first to rise
On his chestnut horse, he flies
So sleek and fast, he’s got style
And he heads out with a smile
Thinking of the farmer's girl
Oh, what a beautiful world, hoeheh

Riding through the brush so wild
Bouncing on the saddle, a child
Dodging thorns and prickly vines
Cat's claw and the rough times
Singing verses about
The beauty of the girl, no doubt, hoeheh

He sings in his sweet refrain
Oh, pretty gentle cow, so plain
Instead of a bell, you wear
A lovely ribbon in your hair
Your name is Rosa do Prado
A treasure from Carmelita, oh no
When the cowboys all unite
In front of the whitewashed sight
A guy with a pretty voice
Starts singing, making noise
And the farmer's daughter falls in love right away, eheheh

Carmelita, when she sees her true love
Dressed in leather, she’s dreaming of
Mom, let me ride away on the cowboy's back, eheheh

The cowboy, feeling ill, throws his gear on the bed
In the fields, the cattle bellow, calling him instead
At the gate, the calves all cry, eheheh

He says when I die, put in my casket
My leather gear, my spurs, and my hat, just ask it
So I can play with Saint Peter at the rodeo, eheheh

Don’t forget to pack my spurs and hat
The picture of my horse, Checheu, that’s a fact
So I can play with Saint Peter at the rodeos in the sky, eheheh

He says when I die, no tears, no fuss
I want my leather hat and a red shirt, just trust
With pretty letters, I was the king of the rodeo, eheheh

I end by saying goodbye to the hills and the plains
To the sounds of the highlands and all the good cowboys' gains
To the pens and the drinks from all the ranchers' chains, eheheh