Orelhano

On the border train
On the Uruguaiana side
I was traveling to Santa Maria
Sitting next to the bagpipe player
A countryman in baggy pants, espadrilles, and black beret
It wasn't known where he was from
But when asked for identification
He replied softly: I identify with peace
And I come to sing under its flag

Orelhano, with brand and sign
Such and such, of countryside talks
Mixing borders, portrayed in the picture
Rigors of the pampa and serene ways

Orelhano, Brazilians, Argentines
Spanish speakers, peasants, born gauchos
Are strands of the same thread, supporting an ideal
Without feeling the hot brand, nor the weight of the bit

Orelhano, to the countryman of your image
No passport is asked for on these paths of the pampa
Orelhano, to the countryman of your image
No passport is asked for on these paths of the pampa

Orelhano, if you live entangled
Looking for an open space in this gaucho nation
And that bond that unites us side by side
Like a coiled lasso, waiting for the occasion

Orelhano, come fight by my side
In a wire-free pampa, blown by the minuano
Reviving the freedom, which waved so cheerfully
In the colors of a flag raised in the past

Orelhano, to the countryman of your image
No passport is asked for on these paths of the pampa
Orelhano, to the countryman of your image
No passport is asked for on these paths of the pampa