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Jackson do Pandeiro

Alegria do VaqueiroThe Cowboy's Joy

Jackson do Pandeiro · O Cabra da Peste The Formidable Fellow (1966)

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Composer: Jackson Do Pandeiro

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Alegria do vaqueiro é ver a queda do boi,

O prazer de quem tá velho

É dizer sempre quem foi.

(coro repete)


Tô véio, mas já fui moço

E quanta saudade dá

Quando vejo um bom cavalo

Ou um vaqueiro aboiar,

Sinto lágrimas nos olhos

Com vontade de chorar.


Alegria do vaqueiro é ver a queda do boi,

O prazer de quem tá velho

É dizer sempre quem foi.

(coro repete)


Porque me vem na lembrança,

O tempo que eu vaquejava

E quando atrás de um garrote,

O meu cavalo avançava,

Podia botar na lista

Que aquele eu derrubava.


Alegria do vaqueiro é ver a queda do boi,

O prazer de quem tá velho

É dizer sempre quem foi.

(coro repete)


Em cima do meu cavalo,

Nunca perdi o aboio,

E quando em cima da serra,

Entoava o meu aboio,

As moças vinham pra porta

Sorrindo e piscando o "ôio".


Alegria do vaqueiro é ver a queda do boi,

O prazer de quem tá velho

É dizer sempre quem foi.

(coro repete)

Translation

The vaqueiro's joy is seeing the ox fall,

The pleasure of someone who's old

Is always saying who they were.


I'm old, but I was once young

And what a deep longing it brings

When I see a good horse

Or a vaqueiro singing a cattle call,

I feel tears in my eyes

With the urge to cry.


The vaqueiro's joy is seeing the ox fall,

The pleasure of someone who's old

Is always saying who they were.


Because it comes to my memory,

The time I used to herd cattle

And when chasing a young steer,

My horse would charge forward,

You could put it on the list

That I would bring that one down.


The vaqueiro's joy is seeing the ox fall,

The pleasure of someone who's old

Is always saying who they were.


On top of my horse,

I never lost the cattle call,

And when on top of the mountain,

I would intone my cattle call,

The girls would come to the door

Smiling and winking their eye.


The vaqueiro's joy is seeing the ox fall,

The pleasure of someone who's old

Is always saying who they were.

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