Gritos de Liberdade
Grupo Rodeio
Cries of Freedom
Minuano shooting the bulls' nose
Neighing of the bream, sparks in the wind
The earthy cry of the ragtag fist
In a frightful beating of hooves in the open air
Fighting for the pampas
The pilcha kneaded in strips
Marking the border proved loyalty
Getting rid of the grave goods
In the rough wind
Daggering with cries of freedom
Wind, horse, pawn
Hoof prints on the ground
Borders in marking
Our ideal my corner
On nights when the minuano scares the horses
I hear the trampling of the centaurs
Plow souls ride hills
Guarding the borders of southern Brazil
Fighting for the pampas
The pilcha kneaded into strips
Marking borders proved loyalty
Getting rid of the grave goods
In the rough wind
Daggering with cries of freedom
Wind, horse, pawn
Hoof prints on the ground
Borders in marking
Our ideal my corner
