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BRAZILIAN SOUTHWEST REGION,

"THE LITTLE COWBOY"

I walk slowly

Because I've been in a hurry before

And I carry this smile

Because I've cried too much

Now I feel stronger

Maybe even happier

And the only thing I know for sure

Is how little I know

Or maybe nothing

I've known what it takes

And I've known daybreaks

I've seen people

And I've tasted apples

You need love in order to fight

You need peace in order to smile

You need rain in order to bloom

I think that fulfilling life

Is, quite simply

To understand its march

And move forward

I'm an old cowboy driving my herd

I play this tune on my long way

I go

I am the road

I've known what it takes

And I've known daybreaks

I've seen people

And I've tasted apples

You need love in order to fight

You need peace in order to smile

You need rain in order to bloom

Everyone loves one day

Everyone cries

One day you come

The next you go

I walk slowly

Because I've been in a hurry before

And I carry this smile

Because I've cried too much

Everyone of us

Writes their own story

And every being

Carries a gift, yes they can

They can be happy

Hey, cows!

Come, cows!

Come, cows!

Blow your horn, mister!

Thanks, cowboy!

Right now, that's only

the small fry whining.

Better keep yer eyes peeled,

though. As for that little rebellion...

let it be, that's like

fire on dried leaves.

- No need to fan the flames.

- But, Major...

Milito, it's the ol'

cat-and-mouse game.

Let them think they're the cats.

That'll help them settle down.

What they don't know is,

they're just birds. Cesarina!

You gonna bring that lemonade, or

yer legs can't hold you up no more?

That darn sow! She's getting

fatter and slower every day.

Around a hole

there's only the edge.

For every cow here at Ouro Fino,

there's a rancher.

A rancher, mind you.

Because

there's only one farmer here.

They know full well who they need

to get their blessings from.

You may go now, Milito,

but I'm gonna send for ya soon.

By your leave, Major.

Miss Juliana.

- Hey, Z Coqueiro!

- Howdy, Otaclio.

- Howdy. Good afternoon, folks.

- Good afternoon.

- Who's in charge here, Z?

- Mr. Diogo is the boss.

- Nice to meet you. Diogo Mendona.

- Same here. Otaclio Mendes.

Mr. Diogo,

Mr. Otaclio owns this place.

Well, Mr. Diogo, as I told

Z Coqueiro, who's an old friend...

feel right at home for today...

but tomorrow, the sooner

Ouro Fino's herd's gone, the better.

- Z, will you tell me what's wrong?

- Nothing, Mr. Diogo. Nothing wrong.

Z Coqueiro and any friends

of his are welcome here.

Remanso's gate will

always be open for ya.

My beef's with the Ouro Fino people.

You guys are just passing through.

It's like I said: feel right

at home. Take care, folks!

Spill it, Z. Come on!

Talk. I'm waitin'.

Nothing's wrong, Mr. Diogo. Like

Otaclio said, we're old friends.

But he and Major Batista, Ouro Fino's

owner, don't exactly see eye to eye.

- Then why did you wanna stop here?

- Why, cuz... get thee behind me...

Cuz this is the best spot,

that's why!

Also, I wanna roast that pig and pay

that bet so y'all stop hounding me.

Now excuse me, the pig's waitin'.

Y'all gonna lick yer fingers tonight!

That ain't right. One of these days

I'm gonna fry that Z Coqueiro!

What about that

Diogo Mendona guy?

- He stopped at Remanso, like I said.

- Darn!

Is that cowboy

looking for trouble already?

You need to take something

for your nerves, man.

Don't worry, Jo S. We're gonna

take care of things in due time.

- At long last!

- Wait, Dito.

- Z, I thought you were lying.

- Finally you did something right, Z.

You folks thought I was

full of hot air? Rascals!

- Z Coqueiro!

- Howdy, Otaclio.

- Howdy. Come in.

- I came to bring you some roast.

Thanks, Z. Did Mr. Diogo

like the place?

If he liked it? Well, he ain't very

talkative. More the brainy type.

- But you can feel it.

- Right.

Thanks for the roast, Z.

It looks delicious.

It is. You're gonna lick

your fingers, just like them.

- Come say hi to Carolina.

- Thanks, gotta go. Pot's on the fire.

- Another time.

- Okay.

Then I looked at him and I said,

"Blow your horn, mister!"

He looked at me, put the horn

to his mouth and blew.

It was beautiful! Mom...

when I grow up,

I wanna be a cowboy...

and I wanna have

a horn just like his!

Okay, Rodrigo. You'll be a cowboy

and your horn'll be more beautiful.

- But I want one just like his!

- All right, all right.

Now you gotta go to bed. Go,

or you'll be late for school again.

- On the double, boy!

- Bless me, Dad! Bless me, Mom!

- God bless you.

- God bless you, darling.

No clothes are strong enough for

that boy. They're all ripped up.

Never seen anything like it.

What about you, why the

long face? You look like an ox.

- What's eatin' you?

- Nothing, woman.

- I'm just cookin' some ideas.

- Otaclio...

if you do that too much,

it's your brains you're gonna cook.

Do you regret

having that herd here?

No, that's like icing on the cake.

So? Everything's

gonna be fine, dear.

When homesickness

Came to live inside my chest

It came coasting a wayward passion

I floated and drifted on the road

And sadness' horn sang its tune

I stopped under uncertainty's

Shadow and I lied down

Over the dry leaves

That were strewn on the ground

There I fell asleep

And then I dreamt of her

And I woke up

With my heart sobbing

Homesickness is like a herd

It comes and goes

O my love

Homesickness comes back

But you're not here

You couldn't sleep?

Amidst the brush

I seek those shining eyes

I open trails and walk

Without direction

All of a sudden

I see that every path

Always takes me towards your heart

Now I'm a cowboy without a herd

Riding on my desire to find you

I endure this homesickness

And go on living

Looking for your love

My life is walking

Homesickness is like a herd

It comes and goes

O my love

Homesickness comes back

But you're not here

Homesickness is like a herd

It comes and goes

O my love

Homesickness come back

But you're not here

Homesickness come back

But you're not here

Juliana...

What is it, Major?

Garoto tamed a spotted

horse today, a first-rate mount.

If you want it,

I'll give it to you.

I don't want it, Major. You know

I won't trade Ruby for anything.

"Major, Major"!

You never call me Father.

Because you're not my father.

After all this time,

isn't it like I was?

I don't know.

A father is something different.

A real father...

that you aren't.

Come, cows. Come.

Come on, let's turn 'em around.

What's gotten into you, kid?

- Wait, Rodrigo!

- Come help Daddy, lad.

Rodrigo. Rodrigo!

Take them there.

- See you later, Rodrigo!

- See you!

Blow your horn, mister!

I did it!

I don't know, I haven't decided yet.

Ceclia, inside! Gandu!

Rodrigo. You're late, as usual.

Get in there! Come on, girls.

Come on, everybody inside!

Gandu, I'm waiting for you.

Excuse me, Major.

- The herd is here.

- Bring me that cowboy sonuvagun.

Okay.

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