Camino de Los Quileros
Jorge Cafrune
Path of the Renters
There is a path in my land
Of the poor who go for bread
Path of the renters
Through the Aceguá mountains
Perhaps, without being so experienced
Anyone will find it
Because it has a chest of stone
But a heart of bread
Skinny-legged kid
Belly like a melon
Where there are so many fat cows
There's not even dried meat for you
Your great-grandfather made the country
Your grandfather was a servant
Your father slaughtered a sheep
And is in jail for theft
Have coffee with flour
And go bravely around
Tomorrow, mate cocido
The day after, God will provide
Tomorrow I'll look for the path
Of the poor who go for bread
If a bullet doesn't stop me
I'll bring you more on my way back
Yerba, sugar cane, rapadura
Just a roll of tobacco
The poor smuggle
Crawling to make ends meet
The path is truly gaucho!
But tough to endure
Path of the renters
Through the Aceguá mountains
