Diário do Fronteiriço

Permission, countryman, let me come beaten
The sun on my head, the rural life
Hitting my back
Permission, countryman, for a mate tea
I walk on the road with life saddled
Riding the horse

I'm from the border, I dress up with care
Hard work is a rule of the job I know
I tighten the service
Half people, half animal
No one handles me
Crazy with ideas, I'm tough

A sip of cane liquor, friends of faith
The tuned pine playing milongas
And some chamamé
With the gaucho soul and a good dream
I keep the longing, life is tough
And only those who have the experience show their face

Ah! Livramento awaits me in the late afternoon
A look of longing staring from the window
Where the wild is tamed
In the eagerness for a hug, I hasten my step
To have mate with her.