Pala Rubro

Underneath the hides you always have to have a poncho
Mine smells like a woman
And also has bullet holes
When I tighten the cinch, I slap the saddle
I search in my poncho if there's honey from the lizard

A shot they gave me in Aunt Picucha's salon
That pierced my red poncho in the gunshot of the pistol
If my poncho doesn't have fringe, it was whittled with a dagger
But the guilty one was the woman I stole in the early morning

I've spread my red poncho over the hides
But the one who saw the morning star had beautiful black eyes
But however, that longing is not a poncho that gets dirty
It remained impregnated throughout the extension of the poncho

In the wanderings through the land, I always carry the red poncho
Because a sweet honey woman I dig up but discover
My poncho has a spell, I don't know if in the embroidery
Because it has no fringe anymore to be bewitched
The one who catches my heart will own the poncho
That when beating irregularly will feel the pinch
With the woman I'll exchange just a glimpse of sky
The poncho goes and a kiss comes under the hat's brim