Tordilho Negro

News spread about a gaucho
From the wall's ranch
He had a black tordilho horse
Was poorly tamed, became well-trained

This gaucho, owner of the horse
Challenged any cowboy
He gave the black tordilho as a gift
To whoever rode without falling to the ground

I was raised in the countryside
I don't believe in ghosts
I went to the ranch to take on the challenge
Rumors spread among the population

It was a Sunday, the day was breaking
I pulled the horse and the people gathered
I put the gear on the taura's back
The ear drooped, I shivered

I put the tip of my boot in the stirrup
Some joker nearby smiled
They even said there were eight of them
Who spun the leg, mounted, and fell

I jumped off the horse and shouted to the people
This will be the last challenge
The black tordilho was bucking under the spur
For twenty hours, no one saw us

For over a league, the horse bucked
Stained the silver spur with blood
Night fell, the people in the field
Looking for a dead man in the pasture

They bought candles, made a coffin
My soul was in danger
At midnight, over a thousand people
Gave up the search, disheartened

Shortly after, they heard a noise
They looked at the moonlit field
I was coming on the black tordilho
Happy, savoring a trotting march

I spun my leg in front of the people
Let the reins drag in the grass
Sweaty, the black tordilho
Kept grazing around me

There was a lady among the people
Very gaucho, I said
Come and try the tordilho's march
Please, mount the saddle

She rode the horse for over half an hour
Gave me a rose from her garden
I took home my black tordilho
Another story that comes to an end