Guasqueiro e Domador

I tamed a wild roan that barely touched the grass
Horse that jumps crushing if it came back to me
Trotting looking at the spurs, snorting and well prepared
I went to visit a brunette, whom I met in the village

I who live taming and dealing with strong rope
I'm a cowboy and tamer and I'm lucky in love
I wrapped my leg in the ranch and she was at the window
I loosened the horse's bridle, tied it and went to see her

She went to the kitchen and brought a well-prepared mate
I looked at those little hands and squeezed everything with the gourd
And there we were drinking mate, thinking about what to talk about
He said your horse is sitting, it's going to escape

Just break its neck, the head will stay
Turn the mate and hold the water that's getting cold
The rope I make, girl, is not with frog's skin
The colt I catch is tamed, otherwise I'll kill it with a blow

Now the roan is tame, I've already given the second beating
I brought the girl to the ranch, to live in the new homeland
In the Charrua dawn I wake up slowly
Stay like a tatua, nestled in my little ranch