Milonga Del Peón de Campo

I never had a gang
I have always ridden other people's
I had a chestnut that, well
I didn't even step on the grass
I live a simple life

What is the poor peon's like?
Early morning after early morning
With rain, frost or pampero
Sometimes they hurt me fiercely

The livers and kidney
I am a laborer of La Estancia Vieja
Magdalena Party
And even if it's not worth it

Note, these are not complaints
A gate full of bars
And there, in the background, a chalet
A valet will receive you

Who is always dressed up
But don't be scared, brother-in-law
And for me ask him
Don't even think about saying

Who comes to visit me
Say you're coming to charge me
And they have to let it inside
There they will tell you

Let him follow the ucalitos
At the end, there is a little ranch
that these hands have been raised
That's your house, countryman

There you can scream
There I'm going to show you
My mancarrón, my two dogs
Some iron spurs

And a lot of more things
If you understand, you will see
A fine weave poncho
And the portrait of my Mom

What is it and I pray thinking
While I'm decorating it
With broom flowers
What can a laborer offer you?

May it not be their poverty?
Sometimes I get sad
And other times, rebellion
On more than one occasion

I would like to become a partridge
To see being happy
In some distant payment
But the truth is, countryman
I like the air here