Milonga Dos Ancestrais

I tune the pine strings
In this country milonga
More juice than a trunk
Bitten by baguals
I sing ancestral blood
Where did the Rio Grande come from?
As long as the soul commands
My singing doesn't stop
It's the voice of my parents' parents
That I hear wherever I go

There are bronze-colored guaranis
From the past where I come from
Roots of ancient wood
From where branch and flower sprouted
There is the conquering blood
Of Portuguese and Spanish
Shining like headlights
In our earthly origin
Avoengas witnesses
Moon and sun letterheads

My lamp is golden light
The lunar of the Indian Sepé
The one who stood
The missionary cathedrals
I come from Pinto Bandeira
From Bento and Canabarro
And if further away I bump into myself
I come from Borges do Canto
From the ranch that I raise today
Supports, quinchas and clay

My great-grandfather stood up
Spear in hand, raised
In the stretched sesmaria
At the four cardinal points
It was bagual among baguals
It was stone on mountain peaks
He planted a resort on the land
Watered with your sweat
In peace campeiro and shepherd
And a tiger in times of war

I ride fleets that are puppies
From the chimarrona tropilhas
Who were ladies and owners
Of the land when on the border
And my step when you step
Fields, flowers and trevallies
Go to the ancestral trail
Who raised the same peal
The wattle and daub ranches
And the cathedral bells

I come from far away in time
Even though the new times
I am the child of the seven peoples
I am white and mixed race Indian
And maybe that's why
That when the night lengthens
I'm a urutau and araponga
John of clay and siriema
In the blood made poem
From a milonga bornear