Guasqueiro e Domador

I caught a wild horse that barely stepped on the grass
Jumping around, crushing everything if it came back to me
Trotting while eyeing the girls, snorting and well-behaved
I went to visit a brunette I met in town

I who live taming and working with strong ropes
I'm a wrangler and tamer, and I’ve got luck in love
I swung my leg over the fence and she was at the window
I loosened the bridle on the horse, tied it up, and went to see her

She went to the kitchen and brought a nice mate
I watched those little hands and squeezed everything with the gourd
And there we were sipping mate, thinking about what to talk about
She said, "Hey, your horse is gonna get away"

But if it breaks its neck, the head will stay
Turn the mate and heat the water that’s wanting to cool down
The rope I make, girl, isn’t made from a frog’s skin
The colt I catch will calm down, or else I’ll beat it to death

Now the horse is calm, I’ve given it a second beating
I’ve brought the girl to the ranch, to live in this new place
In the early Charrúa mornings, I rise up slowly
It’s like a little armadillo, snuggled in my little ranch