Dobrando Os Pelegos

I'm leaving on horseback with my belongings and God willing
Riding alongside the fence with my soul trapped in a chamamé
I'm trotting on the serigote of this bay horse
Whose short gait still sticks the hairy one to my side

I leave with my chest puffed out, opening a path
Dirtying the world, reins in hand, hat firmly planted
The return comes and the cowboys dry up
Having nearby the foreign lands on the other side

Slowly the pace is confirmed
Swinging the leg, opening the throat in a Sapucai