Um Bagual Corcoveador

The troop came stretched out grazing in the corridor
I pushed the butt and also made a halter

In a fat and thin, skittish and bucking bagual
That got scared of the stake and the shadow of the horseman

It's tough the life of a cowboy who only works as a hand
At that moment a hare shoots out from under a bush

My horse just kicked once, hiding its face in its hands
It came out shaking its back and stuck its nose in the ground

I tried to lift it with the reins but it was too late
I saw a fine dust forming clouds behind

Bellowing, the fence was broken and it crossed to the other side
It looked like a storm crossing in massambará

It got tangled in the spurs around the neck
Cutting leather and hair and taking bone splinters

In that damn hell, I pumped for my onion
I adjusted four and a bit on a summer afternoon

I felt the force of the wind pulling me out of the saddle
And that animal seemed like it was going to tear in half

I left a tame and trustworthy mount from the boss
Because I honor the name I carry, I'm proud to be a cowboy