El Kanguí
Amandayé
The Kangui
There exists in our countryside
In all its latitudes
Characters that for some reason
Are passing into legend
This one, whom we sing about here
The Kangui, they call him
And he dwells in our fields
Alone, without a ranch or belongings
How are you, sad gaucho
Beaten down by destiny
Carrying your nostalgia like this
Without wanting to reveal it
Yet, I admire your fortitude
That neither wine nor sugarcane
Affects your conscience
Your motto is to work
Smoking the leaf cigarette
Brooding over sorrow, he is seen walking
Always riding his dark horse
At a steady pace he goes wandering
No one knows his name
Everyone calls him Kangui the Manté
It is unknown where he came from
And for what reason he settled here
Kangui, Kangui
Where did you come from
Was it some love?
That took away
From your life
The smile
He doesn't talk at dances
Only goes to listen to the music
In races, if he bets
He knows how to bet without comments
During the branding season
He goes to work on the ranches
In handling the lasso
Hardly anyone can match him
