Gineteando o Temporal

The silence of the night screams, the thunders buck
Tongues of fire licking wires and posts
In the sky, a boss drover stirs the embers
And a thick patch of reeds kneels as if asking for a thousand pardons

And the cattle all crazier than the fury of this wind
Whirlwinds in the open field searching for shelter
Crossing lightning bolts depict amidst the plains
The clashes of daggers from the old revolutions

On the horizon, the flames herding the ugly weather
Theaters of apparitions, scenery of the foreign world
Boitatás and caiporas, herds of shepherding
My bay horse kicking lightning, I ride the storm

In this sly tangle of spark, wind, and lightning
I grab the mane of the bay horse who doesn't care about the reins
And a stubborn spark scratched the handle of the whip
Just out of jealousy for the fandango, it split my harmonica in half

The flashes mark the black back of time
With bulging rain clouds nestling in the sky
The whole forest waltzes in a slow rhythm
With fire extinguishing fire, always under the wind's control

That's why a stray branch came to slap my hat
Stirring up a blaze in the pens of thought
I clung to Saint Barbara to tame the storm
Which, without bridle or bit, became gentle to my delight