Tordilho Negro

News spread that a gaucho
From the wall's ranch
Had a black tordilho horse
Poorly tamed, became a good horse

This gaucho, owner of the horse
Challenged any cowboy
He gave the black tordilho as a gift
To whoever rode without falling to the ground

I was raised in the countryside
I don't believe in ghosts
I went to the ranch to take on the challenge
Rumors spread among the population
It was a Sunday, the day was breaking
I pulled the horse and the people gathered
I put the gear on the taura's back
It pricked its ears, shivered

I put the tip of my boot in the stirrup
Some jokers nearby smiled
They even said to me, there were eight
Who kicked the leg, mounted and fell

I jumped off the horse and shouted to the people
This will be the last challenge
The black tordilho was bucking under the spur
For twenty hours no one saw us

More than a league, the horse bucked
The silver spur stained with blood
Night fell, the people in the field
Searching for a dead man in the pasture

They bought candles, made a coffin
My soul was in danger
At midnight, more than a thousand people
Gave up the search, disheartened

Soon after, they heard a noise
They looked at the moonlit field
I was coming on the black tordilho
Happy savoring a trotting march

I kicked the leg in front of the people
I let the reins drag in the grass
Washed in sweat, the black tordilho
Kept grazing around me

There was a lady among the people
Very gaucho, and I said like this
Come and try the march of the tordilho
Please mount from the saddle

She rode the horse for over half an hour
Gave me a rose from her garden
I took home my black tordilho
One more story that comes to an end