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From the verses I sing now
Each one I made for you
On the back of the field
Cattle and longing I extended
For long and slow the delay
My verse brought you here

You don't know, but I sing to you
In every turn of the road
Through these endless fields
In every freshness of water
Your name adds a bit more
Of beauty to the countryside

Frost, rain, and haze
Never shake my confidence
Wild horse sustenance in my arm
Heavy bull in the braid
But, if weariness grabs me
I find support in your memories

Once seeking a step
One step away from loneliness
I found my cattle missing
In the mists covering the ground
I saw your body in cork oaks
Drenched in mist

Living in these plains
I learned little tenderness
I bring you a chita cut
Little fruits of ñangapiri
Bouquet of wild flowers
Little eggs of juriti

To bring your verses, I couldn't
They remained in the open field
In some mud wall of a pond
In some cattle stop
And the tone of a rough singer
Wanders in the lost field

Girl, listen to the stream
And the wind through the reeds
Voice of groves and pastures
The gallop of a herd
There you will have your singer
Versifying to you, beloved
There your singer crossed
Versifying to you, beloved

Living in these plains
I learned little tenderness
I bring you a chita cut
Little fruits of ñangapiri
Bouquet of wild flowers
Little eggs of juriti

To bring your verses, I couldn't
They remained in the open field
Bouquet of wild flowers
There you will have your singer

Bouquet of wild flowers
There you will have your singer