Bugio do Rancho

My verse has four corners
It has a beginning and an end
Bringing the simplicity
Of the land where I came from
Talking about my little ranch
Which is a piece of me
Talking about my little ranch
Which is a piece of me

My shed is octagonal
By the side of a road
Surrounded by virgin forest
Right on the slope of a waterhole
Where the gaucho rests
In the arms of his beloved
Where the gaucho rests
In the arms of his beloved

Next to the ground fire
I see the smoke rising
And the cheerful folks
Some singing and others laughing
It's the old hospitality
That makes my ranch more beautiful!

My old camp dog
Comes to celebrate with me
And the bay horse that accompanies me
From the gate to the pasture
Driving the cattle
Under the guamirins
Driving the cattle
Under the guamirins

And at the end of dawn
When the roosters are already crowing
After a good chimarrão
I saddle up my horse
For another cowboy ride
I leave quietly whistling
For another cowboy ride
I leave quietly whistling