Tordilho Negro

There was news about a gaucho
There from the seawall resort
There was a black grey horse
It was badly tamed but became rebellious

This gaucho owner of the pingo
Challenged any pawn
I gave the black dapple as a gift
For those who could ride without falling to the ground

I was raised in the fields
I don't believe in ghosts
I went to the resort to take on the challenge
There was a rumor among the population
It was a Sunday, the day was dawning
I pulled the pingo and the people gathered
I threw the junk on the bull's back
The ear wilted, he had a shiver

I put the tip of my boot in the stirrup
Some kid nearby smiled
They even told me, there were eight
Who kicked his leg, mounted it and fell

I jumped off the back and shouted to the people
This will be the last challenge
Black dapple bellowed on the spur
For twenty hours no one saw us again

The droplet bounced more than a league
He stained the silver spur with blood
The people in the countryside got dark
Searching for the dead in the winter

They bought candles, made a coffin
My soul was ordered
At midnight, more than a thousand people
They gave up the search, discouraged

Shortly after, they heard the trampling
They looked at the field on a moonlit night
I was coming in the black gray
Happy savoring the trotting gait

I kicked my leg in front of the people
I let the reins drag on the grass
Washed in sweat the black dapple
It was grazing around me

There was a gift among the people
Very gaucho and I said it like this
Come and try the gray march
Please do me a favor and mount the saddle

He walked on the drop for more than half an hour
He gave me a rose from his garden
I took my black grey home
It's another story that comes to an end