Mamãe, Não Deixe o Seu Filho Ser Um Cowboy

Mom, don’t let your son be a cowboy
The road is tough and full of thorns
Full of pain and loneliness
Mom, don’t let your son be a cowboy
Your heart will break
Every time he falls

Cowboys don’t stay home and have no fixed place
They ride in search of dreams and their ideals
Always trying, always betting their lives
To be a champion
Whether they win or lose, what matters is to ride
Live out their passion

Cowboys challenge death at every moment
But Our Lady is always on their mind
Golden buckle, embroidered shirt, strength in their hand
When the gate opens and the eight seconds
Feel like an eternity