Pealo de Sangue

What mysteries I carry in my chest
What sorrows I keep with me

If my blood is settler, is gaucho
It's in the countryside that I find shelter
The smell of rain in the woods
Pulls me, drags me there

I just want a piece of land
A little ranch of holy faith

Green corn, beans, orange tree
Minnows poking at my feet
Late night, the lantern shining
A gaucho dreaming standing up

When will
This dream of mine be

I know one day will be a new day
But it won't fall from the sky
Those who live will know it's possible
Those who fight will earn their share

Old Rio Grande
Old Guaíba

I know one day will be a new day
Sprouting in your heart
Those who live will know it's possible
Those who fight will earn their share