[scratching] Young lion trackers, seasoned ones too, All share something in common: we live on the edge, it’s true Harsh winters, summers intense, We seek the king in the winds and in time’s events Young lion trackers, seasoned ones too, Living on the edge, fearless, breaking through From the pampas to the forest, always aware, The lion is the master of the moments we share [scratching effect] We hunt moments, not lives, we tread light, Following tracks in the pampas so wide The puma hides, strolling without a sound, And we see only what he allows to be found [scratching] Silent kings in their pure domain, We observe them with respect, never vain Whole families roam, crossing borders with ease, They know the game; a lineage that proceeds In the mountains, in the windswept steppes we tread, Learning the lion’s strength, silent and spread Time is his ally, the wind his guide, We watch from afar, no need to collide Young lion trackers, seasoned ones too, Living on the edge, fearless, breaking through From the pampas to the forest, always aware, The lion is the master of the moments we share Young lion trackers, seasoned ones too, Living on the edge, fearless, breaking through From the pampas to the forest, always aware, The lion is the master of the moments we share Some guide through trails, others through peaks, Each in their world, with wisdom that speaks Some keep silent, some share, some align, And we learn the craft as the hours unwind Travelers arrive from lands far and wide, With cameras in hand, no weapons to hide Today we shoot photos, not bullets at play, Capturing the lion in each sacred way A hundred years ago, they hunted without sense, Now we protect, the mission’s intense The puma roams free, unafraid and wise, The king stands firm, wild beneath the skies Young lion trackers, seasoned ones too, Living on the edge, fearless, breaking through From the pampas to the forest, always aware, The lion is the master of the moments we share Young lion trackers, seasoned ones too, Living on the edge, fearless, breaking through From the pampas to the forest, always aware, The lion is the master of the moments we share Some see shadows where the light’s exposed, But we fight to keep their freedom enclosed In Patagonia’s ancestral land, Strength reborn, natural and grand We are small beside this creation, Yet we follow each season’s transformation Here, we are guests, not kings or owners, This land belongs to lions and its roamers Young lion trackers, seasoned ones too, Living on the edge, fearless, breaking through From the pampas to the forest, always aware, The lion is the master of the moments we share Young lion trackers, seasoned ones too, Living on the edge, fearless, breaking through From the pampas to the forest, always aware, The lion is the master of the moments we share [scratching] … Patagonia Salvaje!
