Lindo Adorno Pa' Mi Apero

Rosillo morning bull
By Guampa whole pin
Never crossed the line
To graze in open fields
And I was in the thickest part
Bellowing like a beast

Finding it was an omen
From a near misfortune
Well, he had a bad habit
Like a top he spun
And to the freight at full speed
He raised him on his horns

I had stained guampas
Several freights under his belt
Nobody wanted to run it
And the most mentioned pillager
He came back one afternoon broken
And the beast left again

I hung my life on the ropes
It was already a duel between the two
To that brave and returning one
I'm going to tie my braids around her
It ended my patience
And my pride as a runner

It doesn't stay
In that one I send it for the second one

And in!
My freight a Zaino frontino
Veteran, good reins
Daring for the farm
The more surly, the better
I covered it with the vest
And I set off down the path

He was already roaring in the ravine
And I went against the wind
I was running a north, I can't even tell you
He was my best ally
I put the horse on top of him
And right there I tightened my grip

I thought about castrating him to be an ox
To collect their heresies
But seeing so much stubbornness
Antlers scratching the ground
I buried my caronero
Up to the hilt and in one go

To the skin of that little redhead
I saved it for my memories
Eight strokes, six strokes
Relic that is a delight
Today the brave and returning
It's just an ornament in my toolbox