Paleteada

He leans on the brake
Hanging on the breastplate
And almost leans over
In the 'upa' shout and he's gone,
My 'gateado' with 'open front'
'Bay' of the four legs
The path is untied
And he shelters with the ox

In a 'h' brand bay
The 'junico' makes my back
And the 'osco' with thin cinnamon
Stops full of wonder
My 'gateado' comes from above
And the bay doesn't loosen the reins
And the 'osco' kicks the wind
When I spit on his back

(Chorus)
Shout by shout, chest to chest;
'Let's repontemo' until the rodeo
This sly stubborn
That shied away on the trail
I don't shy away on horseback
Although time collapses
And the slyest already knows
That I like rodeo

Rodeo is rough work
Born in the 'skirmishes'
When herds were separated
In 'machaços' clashes
With the meeting and the boot tip
Taking the ox out of hiding
That rolled the cob
Towards the 'sinuelo'.

(Chorus)