El Cuatrero

To a horse of beautiful appearance
They changed its color
It won many races
Running, it was a delight, winning all the time
It was the king of the region

That horse thief was the master
He was the one who taught it to win
But the horse was noble
And he also made it change
And for the love of the children, both would succeed

Beautiful my horse, my dark one, Satan
Let's fly, you know where you are
Now my dark one, don't stay behind
And I have to buy your painted one

With a mortal wound
My horse was dying
Don Lazaro, with a bad face, that's what he wanted
Here you end, dark one
With my good aim
With tears in my eyes, I begged him
I told him, don't be ungrateful, you gain nothing by killing him
If you want, take my life
Take me down

Seeing my eyes, with a bad face
He just kept looking
I think it reached
His soul and he didn't want to kill him anymore
And that noble horse
With time, it healed
And in my meadows and mountains, it walks with me neighing
Don Lazaro, with a bad face, ended up giving it to me

Beautiful my horse, my dark one, Satan
Let's fly, you know where you are
Now my dark one, don't stay behind
With Mariana, you have to take me