Sistema Antigo
Os Monarcas
Old System
A little bit of longing from my homeland
A gesture of affection from the beloved gaucha
A touch of accordion and a good chimarrão
A lazy quera to tell stories
Eira eira boi happy times that are so far away
Eira eira boi in my old father's old ranch
In the past, a cow was slaughtered
The whole neighborhood was invited
It was a party with guitar and harmonica
At some point, the dancing would begin
And the gauchos throughout the night
Would party until dawn
Eira eira boi happy times that are so far away
Eira eira boi happy times that are so far away
A little bit of longing from my homeland
A gesture of affection from the beloved gaucha
A touch of accordion and a good chimarrão
A lazy quera to tell stories
Eira eira boi happy times that are so far away
Eira eira boi in my old father's old ranch
Those who grew up in the old system
Here in the city live discontented
And when they meet a gaucho friend
They talk about everything that reminds them of the past
They sing longing in a sad warble
Remembering a time that no longer exists
Eira eira boi happy times that are so far away
Eira eira boi happy times that are so far away
