Gaúcho de Coração

The world I carry ahead
Doesn't show a smile on its face
It's a world of troops and fields
Of worn-out backs, from the hides that come
I face this world head-on
Sharpening my claws for good and for bad
But I also know how to dream in the dreams of a certain someone

A world with the whinny of colts
The clink of spurs and revolution
The world that honors the flag
That drew the border with blood on the ground
I am the guardian of this world
With a warrior's soul and reins in hand
But I dress in peace when I strum a guitar

I'm a gaucho with reins in hand
I'm a gaucho strumming a guitar
In this world of God
Always true to my land
I'm a gaucho with lasso and song
I'm a gaucho with fights and passion
In this world that is mine
Gaucho is my heart

My chest like a rock
From barbed wire, from a sure arrow
In the work, I showed the fate to many a sly one with no home or shelter
The dagger sketches disaster for someone
Who makes me lose my cool
But I calm down when I gaze
At a certain look in the herd

The reins I hold are short
Preventing time from slipping away from me
Life bombards me with bullets and each shot isn't for fun
I am steadfast and hold my course
And my gaucho way until the end
But I'm pure emotion if my love says yes

I'm a gaucho with reins in hand
I'm a gaucho strumming a guitar
In this world of God
Always true to my land
I'm a gaucho with lasso and song
I'm a gaucho with fights and passion
In this world that is mine
Gaucho is my heart