Flor Gaúcha

You left sobbing, on the night of São João
I was sad, crying, with my poor guitar
Feeling your absence, with no consolation

After you left, everything here changed
My life became sad, the ranch collapsed
My heart can't bear, suffering such pain

Guitar, my companion, I started playing on it
I sang your farewell, I saw you sobbing
In the breeze of the full moon, I contemplated your gaze

The canaries no longer sing, because they understand my woes
The pigeons we raised flew to other dovecotes
Surely they guessed that you won't return

The garden we planted died, everything has withered
The rosebush in the backyard is wilted, no more flowers
Because of you, gaucho, our love ended