Pago Cambiado
Lázaro Caballero
Changed Homeland
How my homeland has changed
The customs have been lost
And between absences
Empty corrals remain
Gaucho attire from other times
Are now being discarded
And in the soul's huts
A cry seeks its dwelling
Old Creole trackers
Now seem resigned
The tracks of the wild horses
Have been erased from their eyes
Old country customs
Marked by destiny
Are fleeing from this land
Tracked by oblivion
How my homeland has changed
From the ground to the horizon
And even the cry of a man from Chaco
No longer echoes through the mountains
Old tangled lassos
Merge in the sheds
And the old forest rangers
Are only shaken by the wind
It's hard to see a countryman
Well mounted with his image
The gear no longer shines
Nor are women seen on horseback
Old country customs
Marked by destiny
Are fleeing from this land
Tracked by oblivion
