uncle Laudelino uncle Laudelino (The world changed pampas and tip came to an end And these days there is no place for me If it was the last troop sinking on the horizon Today inveis of cattle so that I vo in reponte) I am a pawn, pawnm troop that came out of this pampa I mark the hull tripping the homeland that bore me Laudelino call me, your servant Laudelino In the back-and-forth of a round I give the job I grew up roping and cattle on invoices maneando elevation Come, come, come the sun enters and falls serene It is the overflow of the troop that is seen if the Indian is bueno Horse fat and thin with me always truxe The rest is cuncharamusca the road even I can The prayer of sapo Moor and a troquito in guaiaca Wide band at the waist to tighten gun and knife Come, come boi So the troop walks so the troops gone.
Posted on: Mon, 04 Nov 2013 21:21:30 +0000
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