Cavalo Ruço
Nuno da Câmara Pereira
Gray Horse
I had a gray horse
That was called Gingão
From a wild capon
That I wanted, felt
Like a good brother
It was the most beautiful horse
Born in Ribatejo
And I never had another like it
So gentle that in the end
I still desire it
It jumped with excellence
Did everything with grace
Was good at bullfighting
At knocking down without hesitation
In the field or in the square
It chased hares with pleasure
And no greyhound could pass it
When they saw it run
With joy without suffering
It amazed everyone
Playing there in the marsh
They would admire it
I still seem to see it
By the Tejo river
Running and jumping
It was a bull that killed it
On a day of misfortune
And I never rode again
I don't even know if I will
Such is the longing
