O Menino da Porteira

Every time I traveled along the Ouro Fino road
From afar I saw the figure of a boy
Who ran, opened the gate and then came asking me
Play the horn, young man
That I should keep listening to

When the cattle passed and the dust settled
I would toss a coin and he would jump out
Thank you cowboy
May God be with you
Out into the backlands, my horn was playing

On the paths of this life I have found many thorns
But none of them went deeper
Than what I went through
On my return trip I got something going on
Seeing the gate closed, I didn't see the boy

I got off my horse at a small ranch on the ground
I saw a woman crying, I wanted to know why
The cowboy came late, see the cross on the road
The one who killed my little son was a heartless ox

There in the region of Ouro Fino taking wild cattle
When I pass through the gate I even see your image
Its sad creaking sounds more like a message
From that dark face wishing me a good trip

The little cross on the road of thought doesn't go away
I already made an oath that I will never forget
Even if my cattle explode, I need to go after them
On this piece of ground, I won't play anymore