Cor Das Auroras

At the break of dawn, I saddle up the horse gently
While the rooster crows proudly, my dog loses his peace
I trace the path in front of the shed, cutting it with the willows
And the dew gets emotional and sheds tears on the saddle blankets

(Aged corner in time, homeland of the color of the auroras
Awakens the whole Rio Grande in the jingling of the spurs
Awakens the whole Rio Grande in the jingling of the spurs)

Rough image of a cowboy, dressed from boot to poncho
Even the chirping falls silent, for a look of reverence
Everyone notices the horse, treading softly on the pasture
Squeaking the leather of the saddle in the corridor of the homeland

The Accordion recital under a grove of trees
Reveals all the secrets of the gaucho's inspiration
Girls with sly looks seem to burn us
With gazes as intense as the fire of a brazier