Amaro, Norico e Léco

Oh my goodness! That is already old
This libuno of Amaro
And still carries Norico!
Libuno of Amaro, I say
By the custom no more
It was his a long time ago
Bought from Léco, I believe!

This was told by a gaucho
Taking deep breaths from the chest
Starting the fire
And if we start chatting
About other stories like this
How cool! It never ends
Because it's easy to remember!

I won't even mention the matungama
That changing, that selling
Passed from one hand to another
The toasted Guitar
The old zaina Mule
And a beautiful lobuna
They called Cerração

Then comes a palita
A maneia or rebenque
Bring a handkerchief, a maneador
Norico was the lord
Of closing deals with his companions
In these cowboy exchanges
Where the taste is the value

And what is lent, that goes around
Through the ranches, for years
Without being charged or asked for?
This pair of scissors (yes, this one!)
That Amaro carries in the shearing
This one is from Léco (of course!)
That in a quarter he lends

When a changa is squared
One that Norico grabs
Being able to accommodate another
Like Léco took some colts
To a ranch in Aceguá
Like Amaro went to fence
In some timbas of Espantoso

Fortunes of poor people
That even luck, scarce
Touches each one, a little bit
Not a story is solitary!
Because talking about Amaro
Not remembering Léco is rare
And I even see Norico!