Milonga Das Tres Banderas

Old pampas milonga
Daughter of plains and winds
Chiruza of four breaths
From the American land
Old country milonga
From the mountains and meadows
Your messages from the sheds
Braided in prayer
At the foot of the same hearth
The gauchos of three flags

Brazilian and Uruguayan
Rio Grande and Argentine
Stones of the same path
Waters of the same flow
They made, from your sign
Hymns of homeland and bugle
To the deepest confines
Under the American sky
From Osório, Artigas, Belgrano
Madariaga and San Martín!

At your spell they fought
Old macho milonga
The centaurs of my race
Who went beyond
And the females kissed you
With affection and love
When in the guitar flower
Entwined in the strings
You were a wild call
To the heart of the singer!

Milonga - poncho and facón
Calandria, pampa and star
Macho cry of the tero
Warmth of home and hearth
Milonga of the wild horse
Carrying homeland on the hips
Milonga of the fillies
Milonga of sorrows
Milonga of red badges
Milonga of white badges

White and blue handkerchiefs
Sky blue, green-yellow
Milonga of the leaders
Who stitched our lands
Milonga of the grandparents
Of the wild strains
Milonga of the weepers
Echoing from afar
Milonga of the reflections
In the braids of the peasant women

Martín Fierro, old Pancho
Blau Nunes and Santos Vega
Your gaucho sound arrives
Born in the same ranch
And far and wide
It draws the patriotic ground
When the payador by trade
Rises in bold flight
Lancers of Canabarro
Trackers of Aparício

With your sound you chain
In the same pampa dialect
Antonio de Souza Neto
Poncho, lance and Nazarenes
Milonga, blood in the veins
Of the history that fades
Legend of old homeland
That made the sky a badge
With Justo José de Urquiza
Juan Antonio and Lavalleja

Milonga of three colors
Plucked on steel strings
When the last goldfinch
Tries its last notes
We, the payadores
Of the rural tradition
Will go out to the countryside
Through the ranches and hearths
Stuttering prayers
So the gaucho doesn't die

But he will never die
Gaucho cannot die
It is yesterday and the future
What was and what will come
The lance and the chiripá
May remain on the slope
But - freedom and right
Dignity and gaucho spirit
Patriotism and manliness
We keep them in our hearts

Milonga of three flags
Tempered by rough hands
Message from God, no doubt
Without chains or borders
Tomorrow through the meadows
The pampa wind resounds
With its guitar of stars
Making homeland with them
For where there is homeland, there is milonga