Timbre de Galo

Rio Grande, bull's roar four horse legs
Who didn't live that time lives that time by singing it
I sing because I like this rooster's crow of mine
It's true that some say that times are different today
That the countryside is almost the city and the chiripás are torn
That the spurs have silenced in the dead flesh of the colts
Everyone says what they think, I learned that from childhood
But never forget the heretic that the important cities
Rose on the foundations of the forts and the ranches
Don't forget on the other hand to honor the descent
Of everything that changes, only changes in appearance
And even in a square bronze lives the root of longing
I was born in the wrong time or I walked too fast
I gave a call from home to a shack, I owed a promise
But if I could, I would go back to where Rio Grande begins
And if they call me rude, the little bird doesn't bother me
Clay from the new world doesn't have the mix of mine
Kneaded with bull's hoof with carquejinha waters

Rio Grande, bull's roar four horse legs
Who didn't live that time lives that time by singing it
I sing because I like this rooster's crow