Gaucha
Gaucha is the beloved land of the gauchos
Gaucho companion mother woman
It's the sly flower that fell from the cork tree
It went downstream and got entangled in the water hyacinths
It's the vastness of open fields a blue sky
That here in the south is portrayed in poetry
It's the full moon confidant of lovers
So elegant adorning silver in every quarter
Gaucha is the protector of the riders Saint Aparecida
Gauchos, who make glory and devotion out of spurs
Rustic, the science of taming through the horses' mouths
Riding freely, serene and firm in hand
It's the true tradition of my homeland
It's a gourd of bitter mate brewing peace in the countryside
It's a song that springs forth like a prayer
When silence hushes to listen to a guitar
Gaucha is a wild ride on a rough back
It's the dust cloud from a fall that's the result of a lasso
It's the morning star leading the way at dawn
It's the work of the homesteads that wakes up the roosters' crowing
It's the border of Rio Grande a feeling
That at the moment is what calls and pulls me
It's this life that my people have in their essence
And surely this land increasingly more gaucho
Gaucha is the protector of the riders Saint Aparecida
Gauchos who make glory and devotion out of spurs
Rustic, the science of taming through the horses' mouths
Riding freely, serene and firm in hand
It's the true tradition of my homeland
It's a gourd of bitter mate brewing peace in the countryside
It's a song that springs forth like a prayer
When silence hushes to listen to a guitar
