Velho Peão

Sometimes when I hear it far away in the chapadão
The peal of a horn and the screams of pedestrians
I go out into the yard and see some dust in the distance
I feel my heart beating inside my chest

I see a workhorse
The longing is so bitter, tears fall to the floor
I see the herd step by step on my balcony
My spirit is still young, but the body is a failure

Boiadeiro, come here, I want to give you a hug
To satisfy my longing I want to take your bow
I want to smell
From the cattle driver's sweat to alleviate my tiredness

It's sad to miss the cowboy days
From the dust of the roads and the screams of pantaneiros
A stampede of cattle, the harness and the basses
It hurts the heart of an old road pedestrian
When I see behind the door
The bow and the pair of boots, I cry in despair

When I look in the mirror and see wrinkles on my face
Whitened hair of someone who was once so willing
I feel sadness in life, disappointment and heartbreak
I know I'm coming to the end, but I've already been a pawn of taste
Goodbye to companions
The old road pedestrian has now handed over his post