Peoncito de estancia [English translation]

On a tobiano horse

With a bald face

The little labourer of the ranch goes

Crossing the trail

A young little gaucho, with a mature rigour

Not knowing why

Soft heart

He lacked heat, so he needed to grow up.

He fulfills his duty, the faithful guy with the flat nose.

From here to there

Bud of love;

Hopeful sky, he goes, he comes and goes.

His life is just blossoming:

It will be hard and rough;

He goes to work while playing

And he works harder than the one who works more.

The little birds of the woodland

Greet him while he passes by

And the little labourer dreams:

Dreams of his whistling.

But he sweetens his path

With the little fruit of the felling

And some blossomed ?

Perfumes his soul.

Macachín juice, camachuí honey,

Ubajay fruit, pisingallo, tas

he's so skillful,

He knows where they grow.

Rough life, if he suffers

No cry he woke up with escapes him.

The earth raised him

Like the nandubay.

Puppy with a long voyage

your rushing about is so hard!

Fate without a complaint

Of silence and solitude.

The little birds of the woodland

Greet him while he passes by

And the little labourer dreams

He dreams of his whistling.

• Artist:Mercedes Sosa