El Tobiano Colora'o

Don Lima, I come to find him
To tame my colt
That in the lands of the roan
Luckily I was able to buy
And not to boast
About the red tobiano
I imagine him tamed
Hooves and hands bare
Walking through Madariaga
A luxury for the rancher

He has a skilled hand
For country matters
Anyone knows that
Who walks among country folk

Without getting into trouble
And even if he looks amazed
I will tell him where I've been
Talking about taming
His figure has grown
Like fog in a bath

That's why I want to entrust
My tobiano colt
Surely between his hands
Care will not be lacking
And when I manage to loosen
The neck in the pen
And without showing him the whip
He is ready to ride
I ask him to let me know
Because I want to be present

You know that for troubles
There are those who think they are horse tamers
And they are just rough handlers
Who go around spoiling animals

It's not about sitting on wild horses
With spurs and bare whip
That's a foolishness
That results in
More than one stubborn horse
That is never good for anything

That's an old science
That indicates starting from scratch
Until the whip, damn it!
Is as tame as a sheep

When it's time to let go
And it's already halfway there
Without tickling and trusting
After a gallop, it's time
To go in and bit him
Whether upright or upside down

Don Lima, I just want
For you to understand my reasons
My horse is not a pawn
For just anyone's hands

I will endure the wait
While I prepare the ranch
Where they will see me sitting
If Tata, God, doesn't stop me
Showing off in Madariaga
My red tobiano...