Payada Al Caballo

The horse that arrived with Don Pedro de Mendoza
On the grand pampa then multiplied
It had a red sign that when it disembarked together
By the stream it mounted and thought it was the first
Gathering the pampero, it crossed these meadows

On Paraguayan soil when Artigas was dying
Bring me my horse, he said, I want to die on horseback
Argentines and Uruguayans already know why
One must trust in faith when the end is near
That a good gaucho should not meet death on foot

On horseback through Suipacha, with the gauchos of Balcarce
Who, retreating, returned from the front and there
For those flawless criollos who are alert to the bugle
From the distant border in a gallop that never arrives
Of the total of saints Vega and the white of San Martín

In the gallop I go at a trot, the ride, the sacrifice
The pigeon appeared, had the one with the white poncho
Center in the flank of the noble pampas
They met in skirmishes for the hand, for the good
The dark one with a brush and the whites of Villegas

A horse of good lineage, the ride returns to the beginning
A little kiss in San Lorenzo fell under the gunfire
In the guard of the mountain, a red-blooded bull
As if saying before gold to the sovereign crow
For Belgrano's bay and Martín Fierro on his horse

And without leaving any name because the simple countryman
Named it after the bay, the dappled one
And the dun and the dunskin will be saddled by history
With a saddle of glory and with the mark of the coat
Like the gaucho of this land, nameless to history