O Cantor e o Peão

I will sing and talk about a brother
Who leads a different life from the singer
Everyone knows him by the name of pawn
There is also a lot of love in what he does

While I sing he takes the mount
Adjust the saddle while I write poetry
Light the fire and come closer, mate
The pawn's companion is the guitarist

If it weren't for my guitar
If music didn't do me good
I would stop being a singer now
To be a pawn too

The life of a farmhand is nice
Dawn with the cattle on the road
I'm singing looking at the silver moon
He remembers his girlfriend who stayed there in the backlands

It's nice to see the chestnut horse galloping
Tap tap on the floor
Grab the ox and I'll tune the guitar
Tell the story as it was while I sing a song