Peão Farrapo

Here comes one of those bulls
Who in the heat of the battles
Forged himself on horseback
Had the pampa as his school
The lance, the sword, the pistol
And the wit to guide him
Not being the owner of the land
He fought as if he were
The lord of the estates
Quartering horizons
Redrawing a thousand confrontations
In the most fierce times

And this rough figure goes
Mix of rage and affection
Bravery clearing the way
For freedom is a calling
For freedom is the calling

In a fratricidal adjustment
Of accounts that are not even his
Truths gallop naked
In the land being plundered

The devil will be there ahead
Perhaps death will rise
In the flank of an open field
With luck, life will remain
And the assorted scars
Of a conquered right
And the bloody decade
That remains for time and wind
Lessons to rethink
Maybe the future will understand
That disputes are resolved
In other forms of fighting
Maybe the future will understand
That disputes are resolved
In other forms of fighting

And this rough figure goes
Mix of rage and affection
Bravery clearing the way
For freedom is a calling
For freedom is a calling
For freedom is a calling