Campo a Fora

I ride like a pro on the backs of the beaten
'Cause I'm the heir of the late tiaraju
A sly and crafty beast that hits hard
Fear strikes when it sees this wild one

I was born rough and carry this legacy in my veins
I ride like a pro on the backs of the beaten
I love to see the blood flowing from the spur
While the grip tightens on both sides

I've made horses for three gaucho homelands
'Cause I'm the heir of the late tiaraju
A sly and crafty beast that hits hard
Fear strikes when it sees this wild one

It brings me joy to hear them shout, "Let that kid go!"
As he snorts and huffs in my spurs
While the wind whistles through my hat
I open my chest, riding out in the field

I can turn a devilish troublemaker into a saint
And a rough mule starts belching grass
Even the stubborn one in the herd that was deaf
Hears my name and kneels down near me
I’m destined for this beautiful and tough trade
I carry my spirit strong and wild
'Cause if the fool thinks he’s tougher
He’ll run into the arm of the one who tames and rides