Caçada [English translation]

I don't know your name or your whereabouts

I guess your trail and smell

I'll go armed with teeth and courage

I'll bite your wild meat

I spend the entire night without napping, afflicted

I wake up imitating your scream

I approach near your lair

And when you see me, you provoke me

You sing your crazy agony

Water bubbles in my mouth

My prey is roaring its race

Legs thrashing and their fervor

Today is the day of grace

Today is the day of the hunt and of the hunter

I stretch out like a cat

To get you, wild animal

To quench your mixed greed

That when it sees me, it shrinks and teases me

And in the same impulse, it expels me and hugs me

Our skin sticking from the sweat

Today is the day of grace

Today is the day of the hunt and of the hunter

I keep an eye on the beast

Soon I'll give it an accurate strike

I already know your gazelle back

Mad horse mounted on fur

Dominant, don't get rid of it

Panting, it's the owner of your lord

Today is the day of grace

Today is the day of the hunt and of the hunter