Le Pusieron 7 Leguas

He was born and raised pure blood
Just like his mare mother
As a tribute to his father
They put 7 leagues on him
He had the noble inside
And the nervous outside

His owner in a play
Had to pay the bet
When they were going to shoot him
He handed him over as an answer
Here I give you my colt
Which is all I have left

They took him to the valley
And started to run him
He always won by a mile
It was a pleasure to see him
His owners very ambitious
How they made money

The world is getting so small
A blow played life
Wanted that rich colt
Stay to the measure
For the mare, his mother
Who had not been defeated

There was a debt of pride
And the owner said to his mare
Although I know he's your son
You must not give him respite
If you don't win, you die
And if you win, you avenge me

The colt felt the blood
And shortly after the start
He let his mother win
And went to a ravine
He knew they could kill him
But he killed himself first

This is the story gentlemen
Of a mare and her colt
They don't understand grudges
Nor do they want the shine of gold
But they do know about love
Between a mother and a son