Flor Gaúcha
Tonico e Tinoco
Gaucho Flower
You left sobbing, on the night of São João
I was sad, crying, with my poor guitar
Feeling your absence, with no consolation
After you left, everything here changed
My life became sad, the ranch collapsed
My heart can't bear, suffering such pain
Guitar, my companion, I started playing on it
I sang your farewell, I saw you sobbing
In the breeze of the full moon, I contemplated your gaze
The canaries no longer sing, because they understand my woes
The pigeons we raised flew to other dovecotes
Surely they guessed that you won't return
The garden we planted died, everything has withered
The rosebush in the backyard is wilted, no more flowers
Because of you, gaucho, our love ended
