La Cobija

Let me be, buddy
Let me continue with my quirk
Because for me the blanket
Is truly valuable

My flannel blanket
One side is navy blue
The other is fiery red
Like the blood of the bull
That killed my horse

I'm not afraid of winter
Listen buddy, much less of the dew
If she's always with me *
Ready on the chair
To protect me from the cold

And even serves as my bed
My dear buddy

With her I count, buddy
To overcome dangers
Like a spearhead
Thrown by an enemy

Protective armor
It was there in the civil wars
Of the burning heart
Of the llanero centaurs
Said the black incarnation

My blanket gave me the rank, listen buddy
Of a man of the bull alone
When with her in hand
I gave several blows
To that porcelain bull