Caballo de Batalla

Someone walking in my footsteps
Comes repeating what I
And that's not right my friend
Let each one write their own path and song
It's not that I mind being followed
Because in the end, who am I?
A walked horse defending its colt and path
Its mare and its voice

Horse that approaches my mare
Why do you come kicking
Why do you catch her attention
You know something about me old and tired
Provoking in your gallop
This poor heart
You may in the not too distant future
Court my white mare
When you know I'm not there
Because if you are young you are not wise
And time must be given time
And learn the lesson
Because if you are young I am brave
Little horse that gallops to be a conqueror

The one who shouts a lot is not stronger
Nor is it good to run just like that
Because you have to arrive with wine
It's not the path but the walking
And I finish my advice
For those who want to remember
In the green fruit is the future
As long as there is time to ripen