Just what pampa is this that I receive now
With the mission to cultivate roots
If from this pampa of which history tells me
They didn't even leave hues?
Pass into the hands of my generation
Inheritances made from broken fortunes
Deserted fields that do not generate bread
Where greed rides without reins
If need be, I'll go back to being tyrant
For this pampa that was left behind
Because I don't want to leave to my son
The poor pampa that I inherited from my father
What pampa is this that I receive now
With the mission to cultivate roots
If from this pampa of which history tells me
They didn't even leave hues?
Pass into the hands of my generation
Inheritances made from broken fortunes
Deserted fields that do not generate bread
Where greed rides without reins
If need be, I'll go back to being tyrant
For this pampa that was left behind
Because I don't want to leave to my son
The poor pampa that I inherited from my father
I inherited a field where the boss is king
Having powers over bread and waters
Where forgotten lives the lawless field hand
Barefoot led by grievances
What today I inherit from my tanned herd
It's a challenge that my age faces
Because they left me with an empty purse
To pay a lot of bills
If need be, I'll go back to being tyrant
For this pampa that was left behind
Because I don't want to leave to my son
The poor pampa that I inherited from my father
I don't want to leave it to my son
The poor pampa that I inherited from my father
I don't want to leave it to my son
The poor pampa that I inherited from my father