Canta Catarina

When they shouted Catarina
I stepped up
Grabbed the reins tight
And tossed my hat up high
They yelled Catarina
You could hear the screams
It was me gathering a wild one
With a grip like iron

My old man was a fisherman
He worked hard on the keel
My old lady was a local
Fighting for the family
I was planted in this land
Like you plant a pine nut
Along with the cries of the jays
Leaving tracks on the ground

Mark this brand
That I stick in the rhythm
Let me pull from the chin
Just because this part is mine
I cross, I sway
On the way back I strap on the gear
Then I'll show the flair
That the holy land gave me

Sing, Catarina, sing
When I ride the mane
The people rise up
Sing, Catarina, sing
When I open my heart
Not a jay is scared

When they shouted Catarina
I mounted up and blessed myself
Let out a sapucai
In a swing, cacumbi
They yelled Catarina
A saint came down right there
It was my kin on horseback
In a Guarani style

I was born in the rich pasture
The wind rocking us
And I kick and spur
At any moving beast
With snow, my soul is light
But with fire, it's different
I just don’t mess with the jays
'Cause that critter is my relative

Mark this brand
That I stick in the rhythm
Let me pull from the chin
Just because this part is mine
I cross, I sway
On the way back I strap on the gear
Then I'll show the flair
That the holy land gave me

Sing, Catarina, sing
When I ride the mane
The people rise up
Sing, Catarina, sing
When I open my heart
Not a jay is scared

Throw your hat up high, Catarina
And thank the holy land
The holy land
The holy land
The holy land
Catarina