Gritos de Liberdade
Grupo Rodeio
Cries of Freedom
Minuano pulling the window of the bulls
Neighing of wild horses, sparks in the wind
The earthy cry of the tattered fist
In a dreadful hoofbeat in the open
Fighting for the pampa
The worn-out outfit in strips
Marking borders proved loyalty
Clearing the belongings from the grave
In the gusty wind
Brandishing a dagger with cries of freedom
Wind, horse, cowboy
Hoof marks on the ground
Borders being marked
Our ideal, my homeland
On nights when the minuano frightens the horses
I hear the gallop of the post rider centaurs
Charrua souls ride the hills
Guarding the borders of southern Brazil
Fighting for the pampa
The worn-out outfit in strips
Marking borders proved loyalty
Clearing the belongings from the grave
In the gusty wind
Brandishing a dagger with cries of freedom
Wind, horse, cowboy
Hoof marks on the ground
Borders being marked
Our ideal, my homeland
