In Don Pedro's hacienda
I saddle the horses
I polish the shoes
And I serve the port
In Don Pedro's hacienda
I put away the garbage
I eat the trimmings
They call me Bosco!
But in the evening in the sierra
Around a brazier
I have men near of me
Who call me amigo!
In the hacienda of Don Pedro
There is a se?orita
There is a Carmencita
There is the daughter of Pedro
She makes fun of my back
And on gala evenings
She throws a peseta
To make Bosco dance!
But in the evening in the sierra
Around a brazier
I have women near me
Who call me querido!
In Don Pedro's hacienda
Earthworms crawl
The soldiers sleep
The federals snore
In Don Pedro's hacienda
We build poverty
From prisons to tops tier
All government!
But in the evening in the sierra
Around a brazier
I have brothers with me
Who call me El Bravo!
In the sierra our horses
Raise the dust
Swing their manes
Wave their hooves
In the sierra our gauchos
Regulate their straps
Clutch their cartridge belts
Brand their torches...
And this evening in front of the hacienda
Who br? it in a brazier
I have the people around me
Who call me a hero!
And this evening in front of the hacienda
Who burns in a brazier
I have the people around me...
My name is: Don Bosco!