Disparada

Prepare your heart
For the things I'm going to tell
I come from the backlands
I come from the backlands
I come from the backlands
And I may not please you

I learned to say no
To see death without crying
Death, destiny, everything
Death, destiny, everything
Was out of place
I live to fix

In the cattle drive, I was once a steer
But one day I mounted
Not for my own reasons
Or for anyone with me
Who had any desire
But out of necessity
Of the owner of a cattle drive
Whose cowboy died

Cowboy for a long time
Firm lasso, strong arm
A lot of cattle and a lot of people
I held on to life
I followed as if in a dream
And cowboy was a king

But the world kept turning
On the hooves of my horse
And in the dreams I dreamt
The visions becoming clear
The visions becoming clear
Until one day I woke up

Then I couldn't continue
Brave lieutenant place
And owner of cattle and people
Because with cattle you brand
Drive, brand, fatten, and kill
But with people it's different

If you don't agree
I can't apologize
I don't sing to deceive
I'll grab my guitar
I'll leave you aside
I'll sing in another place

In the cattle drive, I was once a steer
Cowboy, I was once a king
Not for me, nor for anyone
Who was with me
Who wanted or could
For anything of theirs
For anything of theirs
To want farther than me

But the world kept turning
On the hooves of my horse
And since one day I mounted
Now I'm a horseman
Firm lasso, strong arm
In a kingdom without a king