El retobao

(Milonga)
I don't like being ordered around
I'm a bit of a rebel
I'm not fit for the military
They say I'm fit for a laborer

They call me the rebel
But I'm not a fighter
That's right, I don't get tamed
Because I was born a sitter

They haven't found a corral
To soften my neck
With me, spurs don't work
And I don't bend to the whip

I'm free because I like it
I'm free because I feel it
I'm free like a wild horse
Galopping with my mane in the wind

I respect authority
When it comes from us
But I rebel
When a few give orders

If I shout, I'm a proud gaucho
If not, I'm just a laborer for everything
How I wish to shout
And that we all shout

The rain starts slowly
Then comes the downpour
I'm leading the way alone
But the crowd is coming behind

Let's see who can hold them back
They're getting closer
When they feel the commotion
They'll think it's thundering