Al Caballo Criollo
Los Zorzales
The Creole Horse
On your back my gaucho made the homeland
Today your lineage still stands to ride in the countryside
You are made of iron when saddling up on every ranch
And they don't pay you with a wage just to ride you
Your abilities to walk any terrain
The stony ground doesn't intimidate you to push through
With your skills separating in a rodeo
The most rural folks prefer you to saddle up
Creole horse
You are rustic like a bolas thrower and lance
A bit of grass is enough to get you ready
And even without mountains, you don't slack off your work
Creole horse
The whole pampa owes your feat
With your courage, this campaign became ours
And today your skills never cease to amaze us
For your bravery to run a whole march
To Gato and Mancha, you make me imagine
Your mule-like endurance and nobility in long journeys
You keep walking until the end
Like an arrow, you reach the shoulders
Of some stubborn one who doesn't want to cooperate
It's your beauty that enriches my landscape
And those coats that made you thrive
Sorrels, chestnuts, bays, blood bulls
Also the dark bay that the general rode
Even in my dreams, a dunskin neighs
And those grays like herbs for mate
Creole horse
You are rustic like a bolas thrower and lance
A bit of grass is enough to get you ready
And even without mountains, you don't slack off your work
Creole horse
The whole pampa owes your feat
With your courage, this campaign became ours
And today your skills never cease to amaze us
