Gaúcho

Every now and then a longing awakens me
I saddle up my old horse in the shed
Wide trousers, a hat on my head
And I wander off to the fields of illusion
I remember the times of bugles and neighs
And the rags spread out on the ground
In a hill I still feel like a boy
With an open chest and a firm lance in hand
I am a mountaineer, a monarch, a leader
And for my race, I still keep fighting
Ready and willing to defend my land
Against time, I keep singing my verse

I'm a gaucho from the countryside
I have no brand, no sign
I'm tough
And I carry tied to my reins the love for my land

I was born in a ranch and grew up in the countryside
Having the sheepskins and my poncho as shelter
I don't back down from the beast without seeing its fur
I also never deny a hand to a friend
Through my wanderings, I crossed many lands
And I know by heart the paths of these vast distances
In my back lies Rio Grande do Sul
And in my veins flows the old charrua blood