Gaúcho de Coração

The world I carry forward
Doesn't show a smile on the face it has
It's the world of troops and fields
Of worn backs, of the peals that come
I face this world head-on
Sharpening my claws for good and for evil
But I also know how to dream in the dreams of a certain someone

A world with the neighing of a colt
Jingling of spurs and revolution
The world that values the flag
That made the border with blood on the ground
I am the guardian of this world
With a warrior soul and reins in hand
But I dress in peace, when I play a guitar

I'm a gaucho with reins in hand
I'm a gaucho playing a guitar
In this world of God
Always faithful to my land
I'm a gaucho of lasso and song
I'm a gaucho of fight and passion
In this world that is mine
Gaucho is my heart

The chest with a stone-like demeanor
Of barbed wire, of precise reins
In the work, I showed the way to many cunning ones without a roof or walls
The dagger draws misfortune for someone
Who makes me lose my temper
But I calm down when I see
A certain look in the cattle pen

The reins I carry very short
Prevent time from running away from me
Life loads me with bullets and each shot is not for fun
I am assured and sustain my course
And my gaucho way until the end
But I am pure emotion, if my love says yes

I'm a gaucho with reins in hand
I'm a gaucho playing a guitar
In this world of God
Always faithful to my land
I'm a gaucho of lasso and song
I'm a gaucho of fight and passion
In this world that is mine
Gaucho is my heart