Carrera de La Barranca

There are clandestine races
Races, races of La Barranca
Between mud and thorns
There I took my filly
Dark like I like
To rub their hips

Looking at a colt and the owner
I said: Let's make a deal
I bet my dancer
Against his colt the portrait
How many lost horses
And here I tell the story

It seemed like the colt
Had heard the bet
He neighed and neighed
His chest was a party
In honor of my filly
Who was also in the race

In addition to the race
The new weight also ran
This life is very short
We must enjoy it and that's why
There were mariachis and bands
My runner was the bone

The colt in the starting gate
Was very restless
The dancer calm
As if aware of the challenge
Neighing she said
You're going to lose for being flirtatious

A gunshot was heard
They played a super race
The truth is that that portrait
Was taken to my ranch
The colt and the dancer
Remained in love