Gritos de Liberdade
Grupo Rodeio
Shouts of Freedom
Minuano pulling at the reins of the cattle
Neighing of wild horses, sparks in the wind
The shout of the land from a ragged fist
In a terrifying hoofbeat out in the open
Fighting for the plains
The worn-out gear in tatters
Marking borders proved loyalty
Freeing the junk from the grave
In the gusty wind
Sharpening daggers with shouts of freedom
Wind, horse, cowboy
Hoofprints on the ground
Borders being marked
Our ideal, my homeland
On nights when the minuano scares the horses
I hear the stampede of the centaur riders
Charrua souls ride the hills
Guarding the borders of southern Brazil
Fighting for the plains
The worn-out gear in tatters
Marking borders proved loyalty
Freeing the junk from the grave
In the gusty wind
Sharpening daggers with shouts of freedom
Wind, horse, cowboy
Hoofprints on the ground
Borders being marked
Our ideal, my homeland
Wind, horse, cowboy
Hoofprints on the ground
Borders being marked
Our ideal, my homeland
