Tocotó

Run, run little hores
I want to come in first
Look, they've all come out
And I remain in the flag

And come on, we're ready now
Jog down the road
And if everything is already written
I'll be the one who reads it

Run, run, little horse
Don't keep spinning me
Because even if you keep moving
We aren't closer to the finish line

Run, run little hores
Follow in the race
That if we do not get distracted
We can take the lead

I go against the wind, everyone catches me
I'm not on time, I'm disheveled
The last lap, I'm tired
And in the bets, I'm the one that's winning

I go against the wind, everyone catches me
I'm not on time, I'm disheveled
The world keeps turning, it never stops
Keep on running, everything's alright

Run, run, little horse
Don't keep spinning me
Because even if you keep moving
We aren't closer to the finish line

Run, run little hores
We're getting closer
And now that we're arriving
I see that this isn't a race

Ah-ah-ah
Run, run, little horse (ah-ah-ah)
Run, run, little horse (ah-ah-ah)

Ta-ra-ra-ra-ah, ta-ra-ra-ra-ah, ta-ra-ra-ra-ah
Ta-ra-ra-ra-ah, ta-ra-ra-ra-ah, ta-ra-ra-ra-ah
Ta-ra-ra-ra-ah, ta-ra-ra-ra-ah, ta-ra-ra-ra-ah
La-la-ra-ra-ah