Barranca E Fronteira

When Sunday comes, I saddle my horse that trots away
Towards the old cliffs and so many stories of the Uruguay River
I am a border man of rein and cane, danger attracts me
I am from Uruguaiana, of Castilian mother just like my father

If the land is not mine, if life is mean, what can be done
Another dream was born and the river became mine and I will descend in it
To meet the one who waits, dark and sincere, who is my beloved
My moment is there on the ground where I was born and where I will die

You have the green of the field in your eyes
And the malevolent spell that is pure poison in your walk
A serene night falls asleep, dark-haired, in your hair
And your tanned body is a lasso thrown to catch me

Sadness and joy are my everyday, I have gotten used to it
I am from the countryside and the river, rain or shine, I will be there on Sunday
Cliff and border, Brazilian cane, this is how I was raised
With tenderness in my arms, I gallop to my steps and feel like a king

Today my everyday life is only joy, I left sadness behind
I found in truth the other half I sought so much
Cliff and border, Brazilian cane, I will be happy
With tenderness in the arms of the lady, the embraces, and I feel like a king

You have the green of the field in your eyes
And the malevolent spell that is pure poison in your walk
A serene night falls asleep, dark-haired, in your hair
And your tanned body is a lasso thrown to catch me