Cacimba Nova

Cacimba Nova Farm
Your past was beautiful
You are still proving
By what is seen by your side
A large, leaning corral
An old, forgotten car
By the sun all dirty
Senseless, aimless
Lack of oxen joints
That used to take you in pairs
Obeying the carreiro

Resistant mansion
In you the parties rolled
When the cowboys played
In pole races
An old bull bellowing
Snorting on the trunk of the tree
Sharpening its horns
With the greatest despair
Such heroism
In defense of the herd
Making the cowboy afraid

Who sees you leaves sighing
Regretting every moment
Seeing time devouring
Your brilliant past
But I pray to God for one day
To reign joy over you again
Peace, tranquility, and harmony
Bringing back happiness
That a sentimental cowboy
Passing through his yard
Let out a longing chant
And, and, and, o, and
And, ox