Cavallino peruviano (Caballo de paso)

Riding on the trail
Here comes José Antonio
He searches, traveling the world
For the yellowest tulip
No one as elegant
Will you find on your path
Straw hat
And white linen poncho

Clear as the morning
Thoughts in his mind
And the faithful little horse
Trots happily
The clear June air
Lightly brushes his face
Meanwhile his song
Runs towards the tulips

Riding is José Antonio
With elegance and skill
And he holds the red silk reins
With lightness
Just occasionally
He pulls them gently
To change the pace
Of the Peruvian stallion

Orchestra

Down a path comes
Riding José Antonio
He comes from Barranco
To see the amancaes flower

Light goes the little horse
Along the riverbank
Because this sweet land
Is like a feathered meadow

It has the sheen of silk
The shining mane
The four light hooves
Are singing happily
He runs freely
One with his rider
And like a winged horse
Flies towards the tulips

How beautiful is my horseman
How elegant and dashing
He holds the fine silk rein
That is white and red
How sweetly he controls the bit
With just silk ribbons
When making a graceful turn
To the creole horse

José Antonio, José Antonio
Why don't you stop here?
Everywhere you can find
What you are looking for
Don't travel the world
With your beautiful little horse
Many flowers, you will see
Will bloom here too!
If it's not a tulip
It will be a rose or a violet
A jasmine or a lilac
But you stay here with us
Together with your little horse!