Nacio Jinete
Thomas Larramendy
Born Rider
Colt boot white shirt
Black pants go to the festival
And a big dream of being a rider turn
Of honor in some wild horse
Broken ankle calloused hands, alpaca reins
Very national and leaning on that wire
He starts to draw conclusions
Wide-brimmed hat red bandana
And if he fails, he just keeps going
Because the country was made on horseback and
The first one wants to lead
Rider, my song idolizes you
Long live the stirrups long live the saddle long live the homeland!
Rider, my song idolizes you
Long live the flag long live the mane long live the homeland!
There are three pens and a living dream
Of riding on television
The pride of his family
A gaucho son also a boy
He's a veteran, he's got a waist
Also a good heart
That's how the storyteller comments
That's how the troubadour sings it
Countryman, also a rider
That shows that the country wasn't made in vain
Countryman, also a rider
And that's how he fought in Jesús María on some freight
Rider, my song idolizes you
Long live the stirrups long live the saddle long live the homeland!
Rider, my song idolizes you
Long live the flag long live the mane long live the homeland!
Rider, my song idolizes you
Long live the rodeo long live the folklore long live the homeland!
Rider, my song idolizes you
Long live the rodeo long live the folklore long live the homeland!
