Eu Sou Bagual

Santana, my Santana
From the tied mane colt
When I cross at Barreto
To hit a cold wine

Santana, my Santana
Santana of the big forest
Of the gaucho craftsmanship
That populates the promenade

I am bagual
I am bagual!
I was born in the middle of the field
Inside a salt trough

Santana, my Santana
From the hill over Palomas
Of the wild ones that get riled up
When the girls lose their taming

Santana, my Santana
From Pinga and Momoso
From the inn