Campo a Fora

I became a rider on the backs of the beaten
For I am the heir of the late Tiaraju
Wild and stubborn beast that hits hard
Fear strikes when it sees this cowboy

I was born rough and carry this heritage in my veins
I became a rider on the backs of the beaten
I like to see the blood dripping from the spur
While the reins are being pulled from both sides

I have made horses for three gaucho homelands
For I am the heir of the late Tiaraju
Wild and stubborn beast that hits hard
Fear strikes when it sees this cowboy

I am very pleased to hear someone say let this gaucho go
Who leaves snorting and roaring in my spurs
While the wind whistles in my hat
I open my chest riding out in the field

I make a demonized stubborn turn into a saint
And a rough donkey leaves burping grass
Even the deafest of the herd
Hears my name and kneels near me
I have as my fate this beautiful and rough job
I bring from the strong sugar cane and handle
Because if the tough one insists he's tougher
He'll run into the arm of the one who tames and rides