Costumbres de Mi Tierra

When I leave my ranch
I go to the mountains to camp
With my saddled horse
And a lasso to tie

My little dog accompanies me
Heading towards the quebracho forest
To run a tambera
To take her to the corral

These are customs of a man from Chaco
That cannot be forgotten
He never gives up
You have to be an example

These are customs of my land
That I will never forget

We, we are from Chaco and understand that
As our language explains it, our land is small
But someday, someday it will be greater

And we were born among peach trees, talas, and quebracho
Where milking is done at dawn and a lasso is thrown in any corral
Neither the vibe stings us, nor burns our forehead in the sun
We are tough like quebracho and sweet, sweet like mistol

We are humble and simple people, free as a bird in the sky
And our music will reach the whole world
Because we are blessed by God the Father
And I, and I became a singer, because that's what God wanted

To express in my song, the customs of the countryman
I am from Chaco, I shout wherever
And I will always carry high
The customs, the customs of my land