Criado em Galpão

I was born in the bluish pampa
and from my land I am a cowboy
stamp of a country Indian
who was raised in a shack
got a taste for the smell of the field
and the flavor of chimarrão
doubling wild cattle with a lasso
on branding days

My gaucho system
is more or less like this
I wear a brown leather belt
dragging in the grass
I wear wide baggy pants
made of the finest cloth
and a 30-caliber gun
with a foot and a half barrel

I like to break in a young horse
if it kicks in my Chilean saddle
to feel the wind's breath
spreading my hair
Mane that shakes the saddle
I only hook on the shoulder
because the spurs I wear
have poison in the rowel
I have a training of taming
braided with perfection
to make any wild mare
know who this cowboy is

The day I can't
stand the pull anymore
maybe Rio Grande will say
another gaucho has gone
but as long as I have strength
I lasso, tame, and brand the iron
and in the world's wintering
I finish another rodeo