Romance do Mascarado

It was a dapple gray, the malabruja I speak of to you
Stirred up, I don't know by whom and rejected by a few
Maneco Rosa, the black man of the bastos, that's his name
Who comes supporting the blow of this so-called Masked Man

A fierce fight, body to body, mano a mano
Whoever can more cries less and luck asks for a bet
When the fate of a sly one and a tamer
Gets entangled in the pastures at the mouth of a trail

It was right at the step that leads to the back fields
That the masked dapple gray wanted to trip Maneco
Almost stumbled when it dragged with force
As it got scared of the culero that made noise in the fringes

Like a cat lassoed by the neck
It dragged itself looking for the turn leaning on the paces
If it weren't for the black man holding the basto's handle
It would have planted the fig tree right at the mouth of the trail

It was right at the step that leads to the back fields

I was told by Lasca that the dapple gray was a rogue
And that these days it had given a hard time to a white boy
Even Talquino, who in surprise withstands some jumps
In a move by the masked one, almost got dizzy

The work is tough and the turn gets ugly
When the world falls apart in a tangled corral
Time passes but Maneco doesn't loosen up
Because the bit he tightens always stays tight

The same was putting on a saddle and also luck
Old Caetano said he was a tough Indian
It was when the black man threw his body back
To show that a pair of spurs is not just decoration on the legs

The dapple gray was kicking up dust
Kicking the dogs, handling the doorknobs
The dun was more steady, like a fence
He shouted and cracked the whip and buckled with the rosettes

The same was putting on a saddle and also luck