Guasca

I never asked for favors from the boss or the cops
That's why no one can force me to be a scab or a toilet
I don't cry over women or tip my hat to the rich
And where the accordion whines, I make a living on the side

I never boasted about greatness because wealth doesn't impress me
Because my wealth, God gave me in my throat
I'm just another one who turns the table and makes it rain when singing
Because to fight off sadness, my voice rises

I'm from Rio Grande do Sul and that's why I don't keep quiet
Between the green and the blue, I settle anywhere
And where they don't want me to sing, my song goes on horseback
Carrying the night forward, just like the rooster's crow

For troublemakers or tyrants when life unfolds
I don't go burning the cloth to see things clearer
In the struggle, I fan myself, I make the ties loose
Annoying the guy with guitar chords

I give my wallet willingly, end up broke with not a penny
But at knife point, no one takes me off track
After all, I have no brand, no family inheritance
Because one day a country folk is born, on the back of these hills