Pataquero

I heard that in Polaco's ranch
There's an old nag to drag its face on the ground

Only Mário who grabs the reins
And if I spin my lasso already with the halter in hand

I was raised in the arvoredo estate
And for taming, I have a secret inherited from my grandfather

I break from the jaw to then tame from below
And when I saddle up, I break the bunch to let them know who I am

When I was born, they wanted to throw me out
But the jingle of the spur is what made me come back to life

With three kicks and a shout in the ear
I woke up without a whimper and no desire to cry

That's why I live bullfighting with the hardship
But as soon as the day breaks, I already know the work by heart

I make a friend of the colt with the reins
And if it breaks in the middle, I go out on the bigger part