De La Paja a La Laguna
Los Del Gualeyan
From the Straw to the Lagoon
Bordering the lagoon, inside the reeds
With eyes of an old fox, and many cuts on the skin
I'm going to try my luck, if the rising tide allows me
I have frog baits for my five tarucheros
The Gualeguaychú pouts, snorting comes from the north
Covering the little hills, the water rises and doesn't look back
My suitcase is canvas, my bed is a cot
Shotgun with a single barrel
And this capinchera blood accompanies me in this life
The cormorant has flown
Catfish for the belly
Pink heron
Give me hope
There is no better fortune
Coastal landscape
Mud hut
Just like the ovenbird
If I lash out at the lagoon, the straw cuts me
If I think of my black dog, my soul starts crying
This destiny is to be poor, my steps will be honoring
And in the ranch my children will surely be trembling
Damn the landowner, he has already spoken to the military
The doors are closing on me, something I can't explain
I'm not a cattle rustler, my grandfather taught me
The river is my whole brother, I'm a coastal and honest man
Chorus
The cormorant has flown
Catfish for the belly
Pink heron
Give me hope
There is no better fortune
Coastal landscape
Mud hut
Just like the ovenbird
