A Minha Voz

My voice that comes from an ancestral time
Carries the bagual strength of some war charge
And proud, facing time and road
Crosses the dawn always exalting my land

My voice is the prancing of the herd
That runs with raised tail cutting through meadows and hills
And muffled it mixes with the accordion
And with the weeping guitar in my wandering fate

My voice, cry of the pampa
My voice, Creole song

That breaks time and doesn't quiet
It has truth in what it says, it has roots
Consciousness, courage, and devotion

My voice, wild wind
It's a Pampean call
Of patriotism and love for this land

It's from another place, the rustic voice I carry
And through the corners of this land it has echoed in many a shed
It also echoes in some bushy coast
When I untie my lasso to deal with the wild ox

And I continue firm defending my ideal
Fulfilling this ritual, of singing my beloved land
Creole task, God gave me very young
Always honoring my people until the end of my existence