in an old ancestral tradition that
continued for centuries
passed from father to son
rooted in notes that reverberate in this ground
souls vibrating in a melody
that comes di questo rincão
I will be who I am because I know
where I came and where i have to go
I will be who I am because I know
keep the feeling that comes from the soul
El guitarrista toca el acorde del campo
expressing in a harmonious cadence
poetry of one minuano who blows out all the sadness
developing roots in the land of ideals
never will be left
what the old men kept for us
never will be left
what the father pass to your son
I will be who I am because I know
where I came and where i have to go
I will be who I am because I know
keep the feeling that comes from the soul