El Mikima (part. Grupo Laberinto)

They are looking for a horse
The people in Guadalajara
They set their sights on a nag
They had in Spain
It wasn't going to be cheap
But that's what money is for

They called to Seville
And the sharp ones answered
They got the wrong team
If they're looking for dun horses
From thirty thousand at weaning
Horses are priced

I'm not looking for foals
I have plenty of those
I know they have a nag
That was champion of champions
The euro doesn't scare me
I also have millions

Hauled, buddy Eden
To the horses, old man
And pure Laberinto and up my Sonora, old men
Ha-ha!

They took him to Jalisco
An old man looked after him
He always wanted to be an artist
And mounted, he sang
The nag out of pure pleasure
Danced and neighed

They named him The Mikima
In honor of that man
Who took his life
A snake in the woods
To remember the friend
They gave him that name

Now the nag is the artist
Wherever they put him, he gets excited
He thrives in the environment
As if he were the artist
Ask in Culiacán
How they saw the Mikima