Disparada

Prepare your heart, for the things I'm going to tell
I come from the backlands, I come from the backlands
I come from the backlands and I may not please you
I learned to say no, to see death without crying
And death, destiny, everything, death destiny, everything

I was out of place, I live to fix
In the cattle drive I was already a steer, but one day I mounted
Not for a reason of mine, or of anyone with me
That had any desire, but out of necessity
Of the owner of a cattle drive whose cowboy died

Cowboy for a long time, strong lasso and strong arm
Lots of cattle, lots of people, I held on to life
I followed as in a dream, and cowboy was a king
But the world kept turning on the hooves of my horse
And in the dreams I was dreaming, the visions becoming clear
The visions becoming clear, until one day I woke up

So I couldn't go on, brave in place of lieutenant
The owner of cattle and people, because with cattle you brand
Drive, brand, fatten and kill, but with people it's different
If you don't agree, I can't apologize
I don't sing to deceive
I'll leave you aside, I'll take my guitar, sing somewhere else

In the cattle drive I was already a steer, cowboy I was already a king
Not for a reason of mine, or of anyone with me
That had any desire, for anything of yours
For anything of yours, wanting farther than me