El mapa de mis Recuerdos

Today I woke up thinking about my little farm so rustic
I want to travel to my plains, how beautiful it must be
In those May times, the landscape is so green
Inspires the man on horseback as he goes from place to place

I hear a distant passage and I imagine it clearly
The playfulness of the young bulls, the bellowing and the neighing
And in the work of the plains, the hustle and bustle

My horse, the vagabond, of deep black color
He bucked at everyone but never at me
Maybe because on the farm I fed him corn at five

Plains, I don't forget you despite the distance
I am very grateful for the rusticity of my upbringing
In that riverbank, oh
My plain where my childhood passed
Living off the land, poor but in abundance

The cattle drive, the canoe and the fishing
The fish drying shed, the little ranch and the hangover
Here I have them stored in my mind like a map

My little cow Sol de octubre, they said she gave little milk
But I would go to her udder and she would give me two handfuls
Maybe she knew the scoundrel who added molasses to it