Orgulho Pampeano

I opened up again this proud chest of mine
To sing the beauties of my majestic homeland
Forgive me, my friends, for the parochialism of my song
And do not judge me as vain
And that I am a proud son of this land I love so much

When I sing about my Rio Grande, I get lost in the images
My singing is a symphony of the south wind in the branches
Like a festival of ciranda echoing through the countryside
Long dresses of the women
The twirling of the women decorating the sheds

My singing is the very cry of the southern lapwing guardian
It's the cry of the accordion, it's the clinking of the machete
It's the groan of the cart heading towards fate
It's the bellow of the cattle
Towards the salting plant, heading towards death

For everything I am in life, I am grateful to my homeland
Where I always picked flowers on the trails of existence
I am proud to be from the Pampas to sing in this tone
In a shout of deep love
To the four corners of the world that this land has an owner