Mate Amargo
Os Farrapos
Bitter Mate
I like bitter mate
From the bitter chimarrão
That I drink with the gauchos
Around the stove
I get up early in the morning
Whether it's winter or summer
To have my bitter mate
In the comfort of the shed
How delicious is my mate
Brewed in a brown gourd
With an old silver bombilla
And missioner yerba mate
It has the taste of the homeland
The scent of the burnings
The caress of the country girls
Pride of the gauchos
Who doesn't drink bitter mate
Comforting without luxury
Cannot be from Rio Grande
Nor claim to be a gaucho
Drinking mate in Rio Grande
Is a cult of tradition
It's part of our history
The bitter chimarrão
