Pepito y Su Caballo
Los Cadetes de Linares
Pepito and His Horse
Pepito had a horse
That he just rode it
It was a white-faced ballo
Seven quarters high
Oh, what a cute animal
He just needed to talk
José wanted that horse
As his God, he adored him
Every day very early
I bathed him and saddled him
And the ballo of pure taste
He would stop and neigh
From the sand to Terán
Never lost a race
What kind of animal?
ran like a beast
From the future to San Juan
left people in misery
But fate is very cruel
And there is no one who can resist him
And he wanted that steed
One day I lost my sight
He never ran again
Neither on the flat, nor on the track
To take away his suffering
José shot him three times
This is how he had to die
The one who was a lightning bolt in life
Of history, this is the end
Of Pepito and his horse
