Querencia Abandonada

I come from the abandoned farmhouse
I frequent the places where I was born
Only the echo answered me in the ravines
Coming to terms with the sadness I felt
I opened the gate of the field of thought
And I left for my childhood days
And on horseback he galloped along the hills
From the green fields that I also knew

The scream of the muleteer is no longer heard
Getting lost on the dusty road
Sincere old man has long since been silent
And the kettle rotted away, abandoned
Even the friendly and companionable shadow
Where the mule driver took his siesta
Today, none of this exists anymore
Everything disappeared from the abandoned home

Passing in front of the truck driver's ranch
Where in the afternoon we drank chimarrão
Just a dry rock in a corner
And the old yoke hanging in the shed
Even the truck that was driving along the road
Waking up, the silence of the corner
I saw the very sad skeleton abandoned
Rotting in the shade of a cinnamon tree

Unconvinced, I reined in my little drop
Old matungo that was left of a herd
I only saw sadness in the abandoned home
That in other times everything was wonderful
I felt like shouting from the rooftops
Asking right at the top of the hill
Where are the gauchos of this land?
The heirs of the farroupilha epic