Orgulho Pampeano

I opened up this proud heart once more
To sing the beauties of my majestic home
Forgive me, my friends, for the local pride in my song
And don’t judge me as vain
For I’m a proud child of this land that I love so much

When I sing of my Rio Grande, I get lost in the images
My song is a symphony of the wind through the branches
Like a festival of ciranda echoing through the corners
Long lace dresses
From the dance of the girls decorate the barns

My song is the very cry of the guardian plover
It’s the wail of the accordion, it’s the clink of the machete
It’s the groan of the cart heading toward its fate
It’s the shout of the cattle
Heading to the slaughterhouse, facing death

For all that I am in life, I’m grateful to my homeland
Where I’ve always picked flowers on the trails of existence
I take pride in being from the Pampas to sing in this tone
In a shout of deep love
To the four corners of the world that this land has an owner