Quando Sopra o Minuano

Minuano is blowing, whistling tonight
Trooping its ghosts, trooping
And the souls pass by riding on horseback
Ghosts of the past in the rush of traditions

(Rise up gaucho, everyone needs to walk
Minuano is calling and Rio Grande needs to listen)

Come fly with me with the minuano
In the gallop of these tough-haired souls
In this rush where generations unite
And the old traditions guide the future

And the minuano runs wildly
And the cold itself warms people's hearts
And the whole heart opens and expands
So that the blood of the Rio Grande
Enters our blood