(I will sing a chote carreirinha
Something inside me, our very
A chote that touched the ball thickens
Making the powder went up that not flour)
I am oigalê gaucho
The strong soul by the juice of bitter
The joys drink moons in ponds
In pure bitterness canha bring in large
Come come tchê pro chote
With new clothes jeans or denim blue striped
He is a mystery and is very serious gaudério
It has color and smell and flavor of the south here
If arremangar will pro chote
If discomfited step in between like me
And give-le-le harmonica key minx
That in my arms is a flower that dawn
Damn sends the chote
Orders and commands us as I never saw
It's melee povoeiro with deer
And dance together in breeches and jeans lee