Fazenda da Viuva

On a populated farm, it belonged to a widow
Land grant, but all a bit neglected
Some bushy capon serves as shelter in winter
From where they took the horn to fix the fences

A yard of speckled hens, silk feathers
Under the grove there were some young goats
A large wintering area, a stone crossing through the middle
And where they closed the rodeo was a beautiful plateau

The salt thrown on the ground as there wasn't even a trough
Three-year-old cattle in breeding, almost all bulls
Untamed horses raised, their manes dragging on the ground
About forty tamed horses and a herd of dark horses

One of those gaucho Indians, sent in all directions
To talk about marriage, he arrived at the ranch
At first sight, he met her
Riding a saddle, on a pinto marchador

Invited to the living room, where he was well received
Put his hat on the rack, in a very nice gesture
Soon he went to the kitchen and they offered him a pastry
There was also bread with honey, black coffee, and fried cake

There were a few guitar strums and soon he got to the point
To marry and live together, he would be willing
Anxiously, she said there were two needs
The Boss's farm and I need support

He put the farm in order, having nothing else to do
He joined the C.T. g and got along with the gaucho woman
When the accordion played, the widow was ready
And the Indian took the lead in a flute ranchera