El Desafío (part. Raúl Iriarte)

I race with my spotted horse
Against Cirilo's sorrel
And I don't ask for a single peso
Like he did to the chestnut
Nicasio as the flag bearer
And as judge, Mr. Zenón
To run from the gate
All the way to the corner
And I bet even my saddle
And pledge even my knife

And why keep narrating
What that race was like
If any outsider
Will already be calculating

They were maneuvering
Missing and missing the start
Until in one run
The flag bearer hit him
And the Rosillo and the Spotted
Were like a lit torch

And they felt they were neck and neck
And the thing was even
They wouldn't give an inch
And the whips came down
And when they finally passed
Among the crowd and the bettors
Among applause and hats
Waving in joy
The judgmental little town
Just put the gentlemen in their place