Valsa da Prenda Jovem

In the print, the very querencia
Hair of any color
In the eyes, drops of love
For the land where she was born
Parents looking from the side
Commenting emotionally
Our daughter has grown

And she enters this hall
The very essence of the pampa
No matter her print
Creed, color, or nature
We know that each lady
Brings us as an offering
The roots, culture, and beauty

And now the first dance
Don't cry, dear daddy
After the children have grown
Not even the mother holds on
But there's a difference
Those born with our upbringing
Never forget their parents

Young lady who starts today
Dancing in the querencia halls
You have a sweet poetry in your soul
You have innocence and tenderness in your hands

Young lady, continuation of life
Rio Grande loves and wants you
Transformed from a beautiful girl
Into a great and beautiful woman

Young lady, beautiful flower
Your hair smells of love
Young lady, congratulations
May God preserve the virtues you have