Pialo de sangue

What mysteries I carry in my chest
What sorrows I carry with me
If my blood is settler, is gaucho
It's in the pampa that I find shelter
The smell of rain in the woods
It peels me
It pulls me there
I just want a piece of land
A little ranch of holy faith
Green corn, beans, orange tree
Minnow poking my foot
Late night, the lantern shining
A gaucho dreaming standing
When will it be
This dream of mine
I know one day will be a new day
But it won't fall from the sky
Who lives will know it's possible
Who fights will win their share
Old Guaíba
I know one day will be a new day
Sprouting in your heart
Who lives will know it's possible
Who fights will win their share