Do Rincão do Pau Fincado

I am a creole from the Corner of the Staked Stick
And this cowboy way already presents me from afar
I wear, for pleasure, a big hat that is almost a pot

Securely fastened in the chin strap that the wind doesn't break
I wear, for pleasure, a big hat that is almost a pot
Securely fastened in the chin strap that the wind doesn't break

I have a lasso that I don't exchange for another
Because a lot of colt's pulse has struck with a thud
I'm not one of the tough guys but, in a challenge, I hold my own

You can come from any corner that you stumble in the herd
I'm not one of the tough guys but, in a challenge, I hold my own
You can come from any corner that you stumble in the herd

In my land, if a sly one hides the hoof
It's in a quick move that the cunning one entangles the brand in the darkness
In my land, the only thing we hold on to
Is some painted lips, those very flirtatious ones

In my land, if a sly one hides the hoof
It's in a quick move that the cunning one entangles the brand in the darkness
In my land, the only thing we hold on to
Is some painted lips, those very flirtatious ones

My favorite sport is a good dance
Where I listen to the sorrow of a baguala accordion
And I stand out marking the beat firmly
Forcing the curve of the arm with the most eye-catching in the room

And I stand out marking the beat firmly
Forcing the curve of the arm with the most eye-catching in the room

But I also like a Sunday horse race
And some countryside party to show off well
I arrive blowing and swinging a lively tune
That, there, in the flow of the hand, I leave sitting on the tail

I arrive blowing and swinging a lively tune
That, there, in the flow of the hand, I leave sitting on the tail

In my land, if a sly one hides the hoof
It's in a quick move that the cunning one entangles the brand in the darkness
In my land, the only thing we hold on to
Is some painted lips, those very flirtatious ones

I walk dressed as the costume dictates
But nothing too fancy, just for the sake of it
And my horse, always fat and well groomed
I keep well saddled from the bridle to the tail

When I die, wake me up under a mango tree
And bury me right at the gate, I make this request in life
And don't be surprised if on some early morning
I shout at the herd at the time of gathering

And don't be surprised if on some early morning
I shout at the herd at the time of gathering

At my wake, I want revelry, dance, and drink
And the flag of my homeland made a shroud for me
And don't forget that my story without luxury
Tells of a gaucho people who fight to never end

And don't forget that my story without luxury
Tells of a gaucho people who fight to never end

In my land, if a sly one hides the hoof
It's in a quick move that the cunning one entangles the brand in the darkness
In my land, the only thing we hold on to
Is some painted lips, those very flirtatious ones

In my land, if a sly one hides the hoof
It's in a quick move that the cunning one entangles the brand in the darkness
In my land, the only thing we hold on to
Is some painted lips, those very flirtatious ones
In my land, the only thing we hold on to
Is some painted lips, those very flirtatious ones