Cabocla Tereza

Up on the mountain
In a strange little house
All made of thatch
I stopped one night on horseback
For two more slaps
That I heard inside knocks
I got off very skillfully
I heard a perfect moan
A voice full of pain
You, Teresa, rest
I swore to take revenge
For the death of my love
Through the window slit
For a little yellow light
Of a lamp almost going out
I saw a cabocla on the ground
And a goat had in his hand
A weapon lighting up
I turned my horse at a gallop
I scratched with spurs and whips
I bled the tar's hip
I went down the mountain
Galloping my male
I went to call your doctor
Let's go back to the mountain
In that strange little house

Me and your doctor
Let's take the scared goat
Who called us to one side
And his story was told
A while ago I made a little ranch
For my cabocla mora
Because that was our nest
Far away from this place
In the art of the mountain
Near the moonlight
I lived a happy year
Without ever waiting for that

And a lot of time passed
Thinking to be so happy
But Tereza, doctor
Happiness did not want
My dream in this oiá
I paid dearly, my love
For another country boy's sake
She abandoned my ranch

I felt my blood boil
I swore to kill Tereza
I lowered my sorrel
And I went looking for her
Now I have taken revenge
This is the end of a love
I killed this country girl
It's my story, doctor