I lifted the lid, went back to the past My world saved inside a chest I found it all dusty My good old leather lace I saw myself in the saddle of my sorrel Berrante in the hand in the middle of the cattle I Hugged My Mate Old Tie Beat the longing, came the despair Feeling the smell of road dust Road that was red of earth That progress brought the asphalted and covered Road that today calls highway Road where one day my dream followed Road that before was boiadeira Road dust, sun, rain and cold Road is still a small piece The dust of the tie that has not yet come out Dust of the road only remains nostalgia City dust is pollution You do not see cowboys playing cattle They exchanged the horse for the truck And when I miss the field I pick up the guitar and sing my solitude. I do not have much left here in the city. And when sadness really sucks I miss the pedestrian parties

Stock photo: I lifted the lid, went back to the past My world saved inside a chest I found it all dusty My good old leather lace I saw myself in the saddle of my sorrel Berrante in the hand in the middle of the cattle I Hugged My Mate Old Tie Beat the longing, came the despair Feeling the smell of road dust Road that was red of earth That progress brought the asphalted and covered Road that today calls highway Road where one day my dream followed Road that before was boiadeira Road dust, sun, rain and cold Road is still a small piece The dust of the tie that has not yet come out Dust of the road only remains nostalgia City dust is pollution You do not see cowboys playing cattle They exchanged the horse for the truck And when I miss the field I pick up the guitar and sing my solitude. I do not have much left here in the city. And when sadness really sucks I miss the pedestrian parties was taken by estefani.landin .