Jinete Campero

I have a country friend
That in the days of youth
He was a great tamer
True to its northern style
He rode any horse bareback
He knew how to face the pingos
From various herds from all over the country
And raise the flag
Wrapped in honour also by Brazil

To those cunning riders
Pride of payment
Where I was born
I raise my glass of wine
And I toast to that by singing to him like this
To those cunning riders
Pride of payment
Where I was born
I raise my glass of wine
And I toast to that by singing to him like this

Young, handsome and cunning
Also very accurate
In matters of love
Gaucho, cunning and fierce
Quite a ruckus
And a great doer
He didn't care about the hair
And if he was a crafty person
I rode better
Always with colt boots
The poncho in hand courage and sweat

To those cunning riders
Pride of payment
Where I was born
I raise my glass of wine
And I toast to that by singing to him like this
To those cunning riders
Pride of payment
Where I was born
I raise my glass of wine
And I toast to that by singing to him like this
I raise my glass of wine
And I toast to that by singing to him like this
I raise my glass of wine
And I toast to that by singing to him like this