Pa' La Cinchada

The herder brings the horses to tie the cart with the night watchman
herder, dawn is breaking, and before you leave, put out the fire
The little dark spinning top, broad-chested, moves with confidence
Galloping without a care, for the herder, it’s like a brother.
The carts that move at a steady pace
cover distance, crossing the fields
herder, you and your spinning top
open the gates to let them through
Herder, you with your poncho
that with its fringes whistling in the wind
keeps you warm from the cold, and despite it all, you whistle happily,
keeps you warm from the cold, and despite it all, you whistle happily.
Herder, we’ve arrived, and the gear is ready
herder, hurry up the spinning top because the return will be long
The carts are all loaded, get ready for the cinch
the boss is calling the chainman with great care.
Alright, alright.
The wheels are already moving
and at the start, no one is left behind.
It’s already tied to the mane
that herder from my Argentina.
Herder, you and your poncho
that with its fringes whistling in the wind
keeps you warm from the cold, and despite it all, you whistle happily,
keeps you warm from the cold, and despite it all, you whistle happily.