El Lunar de Mi Tropilla (Milonga)

White beak, choker
And blue on the side of the bow
I used to have a spot
On my herd
It was of simple lineage
And without the need to gallop
I have known how to test it
On different occasions
When the bosses demanded
To know how to perform

Spot: My thoughts
I want to honestly anchor you
And enter to praise you
As you deserve
It's not kitchen talk or a tale
To weigh your conditions
There are truths aplenty
That you left in your wake
Because you were, spot
Reason for conversations

When I entered a town
And stepped on the edges
It made an arch and from the ribs
It walked sideways
Sometimes from side to side
From the street I used to go
For me it was about achieving
And because of the women
I filled it with sunrises
And sleepless nights

To a sweet yoke
Where I fell as a glutton
I teamed up with a lad
To whom I didn't give revenge
Like a verse of sweets
The countryman was left rolled up
He ran out of a reddish one
Faster than a shot
And I continued in the spot
As if I had just started

That's why on this day
As I remember you
I sing to you with pleasure
My best milonga
The joy is so great
When I sing to the spot
Because truly it was a hit
The spot on my herd
White beak choker
And blue on the side of the bow