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Cowboy Rider

Catherine Vergnes

Jinete Campero

Tengo un amigo campero
Que en tiempos de mozo
Fue un gran domador
Fiel a su estilo norteño
Montaba en pelo cualquier redomon
Supo enfrentar a los pingos
De varias tropillas de todo el pais
Y levantar la bandera
Envuelta de honor también por el Brasil

A esos jinetes astutos
Orgullo del pago
Donde yo nací
Levanto mi vaso de vino
Y brindo por ello cantandole así
A esos jinetes astutos
Orgullo del pago
Donde yo nací
Levanto mi vaso de vino
Y brindo por ello cantandole así

Mozo, guapazo y artero
También muy certero
En materias de amor
Gaucho, ladino y fiero
Bastante matrero
Y un gran hacedor
No le importaba el pelo
Y si era mañero
Montaba mejor
Siempre con botas de potro
El poncho en la mano coraje y sudor

A esos jinetes astutos
Orgullo del pago
Donde yo nací
Levanto mi vaso de vino
Y brindo por ello cantandole así
A esos jinetes astutos
Orgullo del pago
Donde yo nací
Levanto mi vaso de vino
Y brindo por ello cantandole así
Levanto mi vaso de vino
Y brindo por ello cantandole así
Levanto mi vaso de vino
Y brindo por ello cantandole así

Cowboy Rider

I have a country friend
That in the days of youth
He was a great tamer
True to its northern style
He rode any horse bareback
He knew how to face the pingos
From various herds from all over the country
And raise the flag
Wrapped in honour also by Brazil

To those cunning riders
Pride of payment
Where I was born
I raise my glass of wine
And I toast to that by singing to him like this
To those cunning riders
Pride of payment
Where I was born
I raise my glass of wine
And I toast to that by singing to him like this

Young, handsome and cunning
Also very accurate
In matters of love
Gaucho, cunning and fierce
Quite a ruckus
And a great doer
He didn't care about the hair
And if he was a crafty person
I rode better
Always with colt boots
The poncho in hand courage and sweat

To those cunning riders
Pride of payment
Where I was born
I raise my glass of wine
And I toast to that by singing to him like this
To those cunning riders
Pride of payment
Where I was born
I raise my glass of wine
And I toast to that by singing to him like this
I raise my glass of wine
And I toast to that by singing to him like this
I raise my glass of wine
And I toast to that by singing to him like this

Escrita por: Victor Buere