Boiada

He was driving the cattle and went following tracks in the trail

Dust little pieces of time, well-traveled travelers, a flag and a veil

Moving on softly and calmly, taking their time like there’s no place to go

Then vanished just around the bend, where the trail ends at end of the road

And from that moment there was nothing, no explanation, no news at all

No sign of horses or cattle, no sign of the cowboy who led the battle

An old drifter said he couldn’t understand

What was gone with no trace, no tracks and no man

That was a long time ago, when cowboys still rode and worked the day long

Driving herds in the saddle, stirrups and bridle creaking at dawn

Shooting stars in the sky, guitars and bonfires when the days end

Days and months flow together, never know when we’ll be meeting again

This is all part of the past, part of our history, memories that last

And even today when the cowboys all come together

They talk of the ghosts and things they never will understand

Gone with no trace, no tracks and no man

Isso foi há muito tempo, tempo em que a tropa ainda viajava

Com seus fados e pelegos no ranger do arreio ao romper da aurora

Tempo de estrelas cadentes, fogueiras ardentes ao som da viola

Dias e meses seguindo, destino fluindo, a gente indo embora

Tudo isso aconteceu e o fato que se deu faz parte da história

E até hoje em dia quando junta a peãozada

Coisas assombradas, verdades juradas, dizem que sumiram

Que não existiram, ninguém sabe nada