Pela Voz do Campo

Friend, the winds were already angry
Silencing ancient ancestors and chiefs
When we jumped from guitar and verse
Weaving soul in the accordion buttons

If the old way of the barbicacho
Established our cowboy genes from the winds
I am sure we will not die
In the earthy voice of a pampas boy

There are plenty of ranch songs, chamarritas are born
Beautiful gifts wet hearts
When my verse reaches the sky and stars
In the light of the soul of your songs

There are plenty of ranch songs, chamarritas are born
Beautiful gifts wet hearts
When my verse reaches the sky and stars
In the light of the soul of your songs, of your songs

Certainly the night, sorceress and friend
Became a light in some firefly
The poem falls, prayer and song
Warrior mission, through the voice of the field

There are plenty of ranch songs, chamarritas are born
Beautiful gifts wet hearts
When my verse reaches the sky and stars
In the light of the soul of your songs

There are plenty of ranch songs, chamarritas are born
Beautiful gifts wet hearts
When my verse reaches the sky and stars
In the light of the soul of your songs, of your songs