Hay Chamame Para Rato

I'm a calm countryman like a water tank
I learned from life because I'm a wanderer
I don't envy the luck others have
Nor do I compare my condition even if it benefits me
I know my worth and what I feel
And all my melodies are from my own feelings
I'm walking the path that God has marked for me
And if luck smiles at me, I've also helped it
But keep in mind, countryman
If you have to measure, two plus two is four
Don't get confused
There's plenty of Chamamé left