Barquillero

Burlesque is not even good for beating people, a friend shouted
Although he had good blood, they did not want the colt
And they wanted to sacrifice him because he had been born badly
They named him Barquillero, because he is a generous son

They said, there would be no way to make good use of it
And they almost gave it away as a waste animal
The beautiful thing that I had, I carried it inside my chest
They underestimated the colt, who turned out to be a well-made bastard

The band played loudly, it was the town festival
The cuaco, while singing, threw himself into the ring to kill
As soon as they saw him dance, the ranchers got angry
They brought toy horses next to Barquillero

Also that hunting is prey and even the wise make mistakes
If it touches you even if you leave, if it doesn't touch you even if you put yourself in
It's no good to talk if you don't know, look how things are
Barquillero to two, three people came and covered their mouths

From useless to the most coveted
Five fine foals, the kind that are born dancing
Pure dollar paws and some Sardinian cattle
They went for the Barquillero, because good things are expensive

For those who didn't want it, it served them well as an experience
And what was once worthless is now no longer for sale
On a ranch in Jalisco, a landlord comments
She hardly has a stallion, on the fifty-year-old mare