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Cowboy sending finger lassos
A harmonica growl, flip-flops dancing
Jingling tambourine, I dismounted the horse
Trotting along with those who want to dance
I arrived quite crazy, my pouch filled
Turning dawn is my vocation
I spread out in the middle of the room
With the most beautiful girl from my corner

I start the courtship in the vanera dance right away
That night, a drunken honey, love in the heart
In a corner, an oil lamp shining on the beauty
And the certainty of a wedding in the barn

I was raised like an animal
Stuck like a tick to China, moonshine, and vanera
I'm from the horse's back
I'm stubborn and won't be quiet for a drunkard
But if China shows affection, I become gentle
I already take her to my ranch
I hook her in my arms and won't sleep alone

I was raised like an animal
Stuck like a tick to China, moonshine, and vanera
I'm from the horse's back
I'm stubborn and won't be quiet for a drunkard
But if China shows affection, I become gentle
I already take her to my ranch
I hook her in my arms and won't sleep alone