A Piquitita

My cattle truck
My well-built little house
My serenading guitar
Good and upright wife

The playful kids
The little doll
One older in school
Another mischievous little one

Sitting in the powerful truck's cabin
I prepare for another journey
I warm up the engine, adjust myself at the wheel
I see the kids leaning out the window

Already missing the youngest, Little Piquita
Beautiful little angel waving to me
I adjust the mirror, slowly drive away
I honk and to the kids
I sing like this

Bye bye, Little Piquita, bye bye
Take care of mommy for me
Bye bye, Little Piquita, bye bye
I'll take care, daddy, yes yes

My cattle truck
Loaded with good cattle
King of the Brazilian backlands
Cuts through mountains and savannas

Just like its driver
Seems to have a heart
Suffers, has glories on the track
Friend in solitude

And driving calmly along the road
I see children at the window greeting
I'm happy and respond to the kids
I feel my heart beating irregularly

And it feels like I'm seeing Little Piquita
Who's waiting for me far away
I pick up the pace and accelerate
I honk and to the kids
I sing like this

Bye bye, Little Piquita, bye bye
Take care of mommy for me
Bye bye, Little Piquita, bye bye
I'll take care, daddy, yes yes