Não Largo de Mão

I fill myself with experience and road
Of the horses I tamed
Of troops crossing naps
I trotted along
Launcher, chute, court and field
Stuffed with xucros I humped
With each hump a noose
Taming life I created myself

There comes a time when I stop and sit down
Sometimes I wonder where the job is for me
Why a bull gets old in the fight
And life seems to be wild in the end
Yesterday the mango, today the weight of the gourd
My spine is bent and I fall to the ground
For this old man this gourd is a mane
Death is fate, I won't let go

There comes a time when I stop and sit down
Sometimes I wonder where the job is for me
Why a bull gets old in the fight
And life seems to be wild in the end
Yesterday the mango, today the weight of the gourd
My spine is bent and I fall to the ground
For this old man this gourd is a mane
Death is fate, I won't let go

Remembering drags the thought
Bump loneliness
Because farm mandalete
Don't give free rein to your heart
I was a little boy in a dream
Have my ranch, my creation
I was held in the reins of time
No horses and harness on the ground

There comes a time when I stop and sit down
Sometimes I wonder where the job is for me
Why a bull gets old in the fight
And life seems to be wild in the end
Yesterday the mango, today the weight of the gourd
My spine is bent and I fall to the ground
For this old man this gourd is a mane
Death is fate, I won't let go

There comes a time when I stop and sit down
Sometimes I wonder where the job is for me
Why a bull gets old in the fight
And life seems to be wild in the end
Yesterday the mango, today the weight of the gourd
My spine is bent and I fall to the ground
For this old man this gourd is a mane
Death is fate, I won't let go