Milonga Das Tres Banderas

Old Pampas milonga
Daughter of plains and winds
Four-breath chiruza
From the American land
Old country milonga
Of the mountains and meadows
Your messages galponeras
They braided in prayer
At the foot of the same stove
The gauchos of three flags

Brazilian and Oriental
Rio Grande and Argentine
Stones from the same path
Waters of the same flow
They did, at your sign
National anthems and bugle
To the deepest confines
Under the American Sky
From Osório, Artigas, Belgram
Madariaga and San Martin!

They fought at your spell
Old machaza milonga
The centaurs of my race
That they went to the beyond
And the females kissed you
With love and affection
When in the guitar flower
Tangled in the rope
You were a wild call
To the heart of the singer!

Milonga - poncho and knife
Calandria, pampas and morning star
The macho cry of the lapwing
Warmth of home and stove
Milonga of the redomon
Carrying the homeland on the back
Milonga of the fillies
Milonga of sorrows
Milonga red divisions
Milonga white divisions

White and blue handkerchiefs
Light blue, green-yellow
Milonga of the leaders
That stitched our soils
Grandparents' Milonga
From the wild strains
Milonga of the crying women
Chiming from afar
Milonga of reflections
In the braids of the peonies

Martin Fierro, the old Pancho
Blau Nunes and Santos Vega
Your gaucho sound arrives
Born on the same ranch
And far and wide
Draw the patrician soil
When the professional payador
It takes off in bizarre flight
Lancers of Canabarro
Aparicio Trackers

With your sound you chain
In the same pampas dialect
Antonio de Souza Neto
Poncho, spear and nazarenas
Milonga, blood in the veins
From the history that moves away
Legend of the old homeland
Who made heaven a motto
With Justo José de Urquiza
Juan Antonio and Lavalleja

Milonga of three colors
Steel string plucked
When the last goldfinch
Rehearse your death throes
We the payadores
From the country tradition
We will go out into the field
For the ranches and bonfires
Stuttering sentences
So that the gaucho doesn't die

But he will never die
Gaucho can't die
It is yesterday and the future
What was and what will come
The spear and the chiripá
They could stay on the slope
But - freedom and right
Dignity and gauchería
Patriotism and manhood
We keep them in our chest

Milonga of three flags
Tempered by rough hands
Message from God, without a doubt
Without chains or borders
Tomorrow on the meadow
When the gaucho sun sets
The pampas wind resounds
With his star guitar
Serving our country with them
Because where there is a homeland, there is a milonga