De Volta de Uma Tropeada

From Three Mouths to Itu how many leagues will it be?
Perhaps the same distance from Itaó to Maçambará
Wait for me at the gate, the night will be moonlit
And I'll arrive at tranquito spurring on your missing

When closing the deep low on the side of the hill
I'll dismount and pick for you a flower of maçanilha
I come greedy with affection, cowboy of the troop and foreman
Back to the ranch I built forty years ago

"My name is Leocádio Marques, I'm a drover and tamer
And I grew moss on the poncho like a corridor stone"

If sometimes I arrive at a tavern, it's not for mischief and smoking
But to buy something for you and have a sweet wine
Under the saddlecloths, Erondina, my companion
A quarter of jerked beef in the drover's style

I'll unsaddle in the yard with my heart in turmoil
And the saddlebag full of missing you and caramel
Before embracing you, Erundina with the most heartfelt emotion
I'll savor your sweet kiss in the mate gourd

My name is Leocádio Marques, I'm a drover and tamer
And I grew moss on the poncho like a corridor stone