El Day de Trevlin

They called him the day
The great day of Trevelin
The handsomest of his elite
The toughest of his law
That to save his master
He didn't fear the danger of the duel
And he risked it all
For Don Amadeo Viló
He's the Day, he gave his life
In the lands of Río Negro

The Day and his white friends
Charged into the thick brush
And without measuring their size
They found the father of the pigs
And as if they were one white man
They charged against the pig
And without mercy, they didn't back down
In a struggle with determination
And Don Amadeo went in
Without being invited

At a hard and steady gallop
Came the gaucho from Río Negro
A sharp beast like a whistle
He shouted, "I got you, rabbit!"
But the stallion like a rabbit
Slipped away among the dogs
He lined up against the lone colt
And knocked the rival to the ground
With a colossal strength
That respects neither edge nor lead

Don Amadeo got scared
Forgot his gun and knife
And as best as he could, he grabbed
The stallion by the legs
No dog let up
Though fatigue was winning
When he felt a rancid stench
Coming from the pig
And like a wild beast from the field
He shoved it away with a hard hit

His hip felt broken
The pain was tremendous
But the Day like a thunder
In the fight didn't dull
With his jaws that exploded
In the middle of the slaughter
With the struggle boiling
In his blood, dog and beast
He wanted to save him from the eternal nap

The stallion was looking for him
For Don Amadeo Viló
Shouting, "What the hell!"
He was left between its legs
The terror that assaulted him
When the beast charged
With another hard hit, it faced
This nasty creature
Wanting to kill the Christian
But it never caught him

The Day let go of the bite
And as if he had hands
Between the wild boar and his master
The great Dogo showed up
And though it cost him dearly
He brought his owner to safety
And there his neck exploded
Staining the ground red
And he only rumbled to the sky
With his bravery and his gift

The gringos arrived in full
And killed the pig
For Don Viló, the space
Between him and his dog was wide
And holding him to his chest
He cried for him like a Christian
Then silence invaded him
Remembering his battle
And in the field and without walls
He buried his friend

Today his soul on the wind
Roams all the ranches
Where with strength and elegance
He'll fight battles, running
Don Viló with suffering
Cursed the wild boars
And in endless memory
He embraces the Creole breed today
That great Dogo of breed
They call the Day of Trevelin