O Campo
César Oliveira e Rogério Melo
The Field
The Pampeano stopped
A big horse stumbled
The lasso was extended
From the hilt to the loop
On the other side a roan
Tightening a leg
The ox bellows and stands still
Anticipating the bleeding
At the tip of the knife
Destiny is drawn
And the bloodletter is cut
Staining the stirrups
The lassos loosened
The Pampeano kneels
Over the red stain
On the corral ground
The tanned leaf
Already marks the leather
In the gaucho ritual
Of a borderland
Another ox is gone
For the rope and ammunition
And the matambre for the vice
Of the countryside barbecue
{chorus}
The strength of the field
Rejuvenates the winter pastures
Fattens the cattle
And sustains the nation
It's the same old and lived
Displaying this life
From this southern land
And the field once again
Flourishes lush
For it has the foundation
Of meadows and hills
It is reborn in death
And becomes stronger
Drinking the blood
And so the work continues
Working in the ranch
Affirming the constancy
Of maintaining existence
Leading the livestock
In huts and sheds
In townhouses and mansions
In distant homelands
So that the world may know
The value of a breed
Showing what goes on
The field and its essence
[CHAMAMÉ]
