Deus Gaúcho
Grupo Rodeio
Gaucho God
It Doesn't Matter
You were a Capuchin, a Jesuit, a handsome man without luxury
What matters is that it left in all of us
The pride of being gaucho
In the flutter of his pala, dawn broke in the corner
Bombachita remanufactured, Maltese Cross, feet on the ground
He sat down with the workers to drink mate in the shed
He told missionary stories about our revolution
The voice sounded in his mouth, the Rio Grande in his heart
Against the smoke of a brazier was showing
Our ragtag print fighting wars
In the faith of a brave, courageous and luxury-free people
We conquered freedom because God was born gaucho, tchê
Mate warmed up the conversation, passing from hand to hand
He talked about ideals of the purest tradition
He left as a gift a mango, a machete, a pair of spurs
To defend my Rio Grande, any day, any time
He kissed the hands of the workers, said goodbye and left
