Cavalo Crioulo

The American pampa belonged to no one
A continent waiting for its lord
When the ship arrived from beyond
Bringing the European colonizer

Who, to take the land as a trophy
Armed himself with the bravery of his steed
And this Iberian horse finally rose
And recreated the pampa

Then the selection became natural
Surviving only those who adapted
To the wild environment that was fierce
And so the Criollo settled

Becoming native to this land
Like a diamond without polishing
For the cowboy's instinct to select
Centuries-old work

Horse is Criollo because it's the standard
Of the gaucho and the most current gauchos
A dream that is created more and more
In the depths of the heart's corral

On the back of a roan I feel like a king
And the whole world spins by my law
For with my foot in the stirrup, the reins in hand
The soul leaves the ground

Then came the marches to prove
An unparalleled resistance
And the exhibition of the bit to consecrate
A beautiful and more functional breed

And the cowboy world witnessed
A horse that, when ridden, became gigantic
And besides providing service, it became
A sport and leisure

Horse that walks ready for a challenge
That in the start gathers the zebu gavião
That in a whirl of hooves spins around
That in the stumble spreads the dust on the ground

The never-ending love story
Is the story of the Criollo, a living passion
A dream through the reins, the horse finally
Of the cowboy and the boss!