Criado Em Galpão

I was born in the bluish pampa and I'm a cowboy from my land
Print of a country Indian who was raised in a shack
I like the smell of the field and the taste of chimarrão
And to break wild cattle riding hard on the days of marking

I like to make a colt cut itself on my chilena
To feel the wind blowing, spreading my mane
To feel the wind blowing, spreading my mane

My gaucho system is more or less like this
I wear a brown leather belt dragging in the grass
I wear wide bombacha made of the best fabric
And a thirty on the run of the leg with a foot and a half of barrel

I like to make a colt cut itself on my chilena
To feel the wind blowing, spreading my mane
To feel the wind blowing, spreading my mane

Horseman who shakes the saddle, I hook only on the shoulder
Because the spurs I use have poison in the rosette
I have a perfect braided taming preparation
To make any ventena know who this cowboy is

I like to make a colt cut itself on my chilena
To feel the wind blowing, spreading my mane
To feel the wind blowing, spreading my mane

The day I can't bear the pull anymore
Maybe Rio Grande will say another gaucho is gone
But as long as I have strength, I lasso, tame, and brand
And in the world's wintering, I finish another rodeo

I like to make a colt cut itself on my chilena
To feel the wind blowing, spreading my mane
To feel the wind blowing, spreading my mane