Baguala Del Gaucho Pobre

High green-eyed of my love
Don't worry, I'll be back
I'll be back. How could I not come back

For your cowboy, tortilla
For my horse, bad leaf
To the poor and bad behavior
They always give anything

I'll be back with a fat load
And pure silver gear
To tell your relatives:
Get out of the way, trash

High green-eyed of my love
Don't worry, I'll be back
I'll be back. How could I not come back
Keep my absence. Black, because soon
I'll be back
Don't be afraid, my girl, because soon I'll be back
Beware of your relatives, because soon I'll be back
How could I not come back. How could I not come back