No Império das Estâncias

The day begins to arrive on broad hoof
Calling the cowboy for the round of destiny
The fire lights up the shack in the dawn
Where the ranch hands are brothers in the same support

A rich mate in the ritual of the countryside
Warms the chest with the sap of the homeland
Recreates the soul, flows the blood of its branch
Where the pure creation ignites in essence

For me it is enough to be a gaucho in this life
Kneading the reins in the struggles of the wild
With the frame of the homeland in my work
What a beautiful world God gave me for dwelling

The ranch hands and the herd in frenzy
Unravel the fate for a challenge or herding
In this rush of the immense Rio Grande plain
I saddle the destiny for the return of the rodeo

A green field with the charm of the stars
That rides our history in the distances
Soul of the world that ennobles in living them
Homeland of the countryside in the empire of the estancias