Berrante da Saudade

So much longing for a horn echoing
Guiding a herd down the dirt road
Watching the dust form clouds in the air
Feeling the fatigue from the trot of a pagan
Tasting the food of the cattle herder
The usual dried meat in the beans
Living life without walls, without a roof
Driving the cattle on the roads of the backcountry

Hey bull, hey bull
Play the cattle herder's horn
Hey bull!

At the farewell, a country girl at the window
So beautiful like a flower at dawn
There in the distance, talking with longing
Feeling the urge to go back to see you
Dyeing my clothes with dust from the road
There at the inn, hearing the cattle chew
Setting up the hammock in the beams of the barn
In the darkness swaying, falling asleep

Hey bull, hey bull
Play the cattle herder's horn
Hey bull!

I was a cattle herder because I loved the job
The dirt road was my colorful world
Each trip a story to tell
Riding through the unknown corners
Without a crew, without a horn, without cattle
On another road, I now walk alone
I don’t know where to put all this longing
Happiness no longer lives with me

Hey bull, hey bull
Play the cattle herder's horn
Hey bull!