Zamba de Cura Brochero

Do you see that tough guy
Heading towards the hill?
Do you see the rider with a hat
That young man well mounted?
The one who greeted me
That's Cura Brochero

The one carrying those beams
The one with a tonsure
And a handkerchief around his waist
To hold the cassock
The one who tightens with more determination
Well, my friend: That's the priest

There he goes, with his love
Following the path of the sky
From dawn until the evening star
Bringing faith and hope
If God advances by his side
That's Cura Brochero

He is about to build
A house for retreats
To combat the vices
That plague the population
The one who puts his heart into it
That's the priest, my friend

He became poor among the poor
A mountain man among the mountain people
He taught us to be Christians
And stayed for forty years
Guiding his flock
His friends, his brothers