Origens

Camping a trail of glory
I come beaten from the field
Raising the dust of history
On the hooves of my horse
The Indian, who lives in me
Beats a drum
In my chest
The black, also like this
Seasons and sweetens
My way
With lasso and bolas
With musket and machete
I drew homeland and frontier
Payment, querencia, and nation

I know I won't die
Because from me will remain
The world I built
My Rio Grande, my home
Camping their own origins
Any boy will find
Camping their own origins
Any boy will find

I am the accordion bucking
In the hands of the old accordionist
Saying where I go
That I am a gaucho and camper
I am the boy who sings
The homeland in every song
And carries in his throat
The echo of his guitar

I am the tough-haired boy
Camping the world of love
And I go towards the future
Having a drum in my chest

I know I won't die
Because from me will remain
The world I built
My Rio Grande, my home
Camping their own origins
Any boy will find
Camping their own origins
Any boy will find