Huella Del Desierto (Huella)

Galloping distances
Through memory
My memory stops
In the desert

That land that one day
Belonged to the savage
Knew about raids
And courage

A footprint was left by those who died
Fighting like men, risking it all
Footprint, footprint of blood, in open field
Gallop and cries through the desert
Larala, la, lara
Gallop and cries through the desert

They were cutting through the wind
The bolas
Smoking nicely
The rifles

A spear throw was joined
With a neigh
Fortineros rolled
The Indians fell

A footprint was left by those who died
Fighting like men, risking it all
Footprint, footprint of blood, in open field
Gallop and cries through the desert
Larala, la, lara
Gallop and cries through the desert