Barquillero

Not even for the machaca serves burlesque, shouted a friend
Although he had good blood, they didn't want the colt
And they wanted to sacrifice him because he was born wrong
They named him Barquillero, who is a son of generosity

They said, there would be no way to take advantage of him
And they almost gave him away as a waste animal
The beauty he had, he carried it inside his chest
They underestimated the colt, who turned out to be a well-made badass

The band played loudly, it was the town's festivities
The horse, being a singer, threw himself to kill in the arena
Just by seeing him dance, the ranchers got jealous
They brought toy horses next to Barquillero

Also, that the hunter is prey and even the wise can be wrong
If it's your turn, even if you avoid it, if it's not your turn, even if you try
It's not good to speak if you don't know, look how things are
Barquillero came to two, three people and shut their mouths

From being useless to being the most coveted
Five fine little colts, the ones that are born dancing
All legs worth a dollar and some sorrel cattle
They paid for Barquillero, because the good things are expensive

For those who didn't want him, it served them as an experience
And the one who was worth nothing one day, is not for sale now
In a ranch in Jalisco, a lessor comments
He hardly brings any studs, in the fifty's mare