Querência Amada / do Fundo da Grota / É Disso Que o Velho Gosta

Whoever wants to know who I am
Look at the blue sky
And shout along with me
Long live Rio Grande do Sul
The handkerchief identifies me
My origin
From the province of São Pedro
Patron of the beloved homeland

Oh, my Rio Grande
Of a thousand charms
Ready for anything for Brazil
Beloved homeland of the vineyards
From the grape comes the wine
From the people comes the affection
Kindness is never too much
Cradle of flowers from Cunha
And of Borges de Medeiros
Land of Getúlio Vargas
Brazilian president

And I am from the same source
May God grant me health
So I can see for many years
The blue sky of Rio Grande

I want you so much, Gaúcho land
I give myself the luxury of dying for you
Beloved homeland
Plain and mountain
From the arms that pull me
From the beautiful Gaúcha woman

Beauty of my land
In my heart it is small
Because God made me this way
Rio Grande is much bigger
But it fits inside me
I am from the younger generation

A very manly and handsome poet
In my veins flows
The hero blood of the ragged
God is Gaúcho
It's spur and mango
Was it Maragato or Chimango

Beloved homeland
My sky of indigo
This giant Rio Grande
Is another shining star
On the Brazilian flag
God is Gaúcho
It's spur and mango
Was it Maragato or Chimango

Beloved homeland
My sky of indigo
This giant Rio Grande
Is another shining star
On the Brazilian flag
God is Gaúcho
It's spur and mango
Was it Maragato or Chimango

Beloved homeland
My sky of indigo
This giant Rio Grande
Is another shining star
On the Brazilian flag
Long live Rio Grande do Sul
Long live Teixeirinha
Long live

I was raised in the countryside
In a hut of mud and grass
That's why I sing like this
To remember my past
I grew up rough
Sleeping in the sheds
Near a campfire
With my hair smoky
When the morning star breaks
I warm up the kettle almost at dawn
My saddle horse neighs in the corral
While a sora rail
Sings perched
I hear the fox's cry
And there in the pen the dappled colt neighs
In the mouth of the night a skunk appears to me
Comes to pee near the house
To tease the dogs
On a fur bed
I wake up in the early morning
I hear a bare hand
Driving in the marsh
I grew up wild and untamed
Honoring the old system
Eating mixed beans
With little fat and no salt
When the morning star breaks
I warm up the kettle almost at dawn
My saddle horse neighs in the corral
While a sora rail
Sings perched
I hear the fox's cry
And there in the pen the dappled colt neighs
In the mouth of the night a skunk appears to me
Comes to pee near the house
To tease the guapecada
Repairing a wire fence
On the edge of a corridor
At the end of a post driver
With hands calloused
In my mango I snap
And I follow my campereada
And a wary partridge
Flies and startles my horse
When the morning star breaks
I warm up the kettle almost at dawn
My saddle horse neighs in the corral
While a sora rail
Sings perched
I hear the fox's cry
And there in the pen the dappled colt neighs
In the mouth of the night a skunk appears to me
Comes to pee near the house
To tease the guapecada
I am a ranch hand, born in the shack
And I learned from childhood to honor tradition
My father was a gaucho who never knew luxury
But he lived comfortably, in the end
And when someone asked what he liked most, the old man would say like this
Barbecue, good chimarrão, fandango, drink and woman
That's what the old man likes, that's what the old man wants
Barbecue, good chimarrão, fandango, drink and woman
That's what the old man likes, that's what the old man wants

And that's how I learned to like what is good
To play my accordion, sing without going out of tune
To be a friend to friends
Never run from danger, my old man taught me
And I who live to sing, always learned to like what my old man liked
Barbecue, good chimarrão, fandango, drink and woman
That's what the old man likes, that's what the old man wants
Barbecue, good chimarrão, fandango, drink and woman
That's what the old man likes, that's what the old man wants
I left my farm and roamed the land
And today I have a sweetheart to caress me
And when a little boy comes to adorn our nest, I will have more joy
And if he asks me what to like, like my father I will say
Barbecue, good chimarrão, fandango, drink and woman
That's what the old man likes, that's what the old man wants
Barbecue, good chimarrão, fandango, drink and woman
That's what the old man likes, that's what the old man wants