Sencillito y de Alpargatas

I have a jam-packed ranch
Made of mud and straw, for playing guitar and singing
Duck tail at the bonfire for grilling
To be able to say proverbs and drink mate
The ridge is made of acacia
So the winds can ride

Simple and in espadrilles
Is my ranch, I warn you
Because I don't know a garment
That doesn't resemble its owner
The smoke from long nights
Has settled on the ceiling

Simple and in espadrilles
Is my ranch, I warn you
Because I don't know a garment
That doesn't resemble its owner
And the floor has been flattened
With malambo moves

Over the forehead
The brim has been tilted
Towards the Sun, the water, and time to cry
It's a milestone of humility, as good as bread
Cowboy and boss to shelter
The door is yawning
So they can enter without disturbance

Simple and in espadrilles
Is my ranch, I warn you
Because I don't know a garment
That doesn't resemble its owner
And I thank the creator
Who with his divine grace

Simple and in espadrilles
Is my ranch, I warn you
Because I don't know a garment
That doesn't resemble its owner
He has crucified you in mud
For not taking your life