Gaucha
Gaúcha is the favorite of the gauchos
Gaúcha companion mother woman
It's the cunning flower that fell from the cork tree
He went downstream and got entangled in water hyacinth
It's the vast open field, a blue sky
That here in the south in poetry is portrayed
It's the full moon, confidant of lovers
How elegant every room wears silver
Gaúcha is the Saint Aparecida, protector of riders
Gauchos, who make glory and devotion from their spurs
Campeira, science of taming through the mouth of horses
Walk with a rein, calm and firm in your hand
It's the true tradition of this pagoda of mine
It's a gourd of bitter mate feeding peace in the corner
It's a song that comes out like a prayer
When the silence stops to listen to a guitar
Gaúcha is a rider in a cowshed sending loin
It's a one-tumble polvadeira that is the result of a pialo
It's the star Dalva dotting the bar of the day
It's the work of sesmarias that wakes up the roosters crowing
It's the border of the Rio Grande, a feeling
That at the moment is what calls me and what pulls me
This is the life that my people have on print
And certainly this pampa is increasingly gaucho
Gaúcha is the Saint Aparecida, protector of riders
Gauchos who make glory and devotion from their spurs
Campeira science of taming through the mouth of horses
Walk with a rein, calm and firm in your hand
It's the true tradition of this pagoda of mine
It's a gourd of bitter mate feeding peace in the corner
It's a song that comes out like a prayer
When the silence stops to listen to a guitar
