El Corrido Del Machete
Los Invasores de Nuevo León
The Ballad of the Machete
From Monterrey, Nuevo León, gentlemen, I bring a corrido
In that region, there exists a light and fine horse
Open to the nation, listen carefully to what I'm saying
14 wins in a row, not just any old nag can do that
Only that dark bay horse, which they call El Machete
Wherever he has run, he always comes out on top
Tino Cárdenas, its owner, an upright and sincere man
In the legs of Machete, the whole heart plays
Because he knows that horse will always arrive first
In Zuazua and Apodaca, he emerged covered in glory
In Laredo and Pesquería, I have it here in my memory
He was running in a three-horse race, and he took the victory
In the Santa Rosa block, they take him to rest
There El Machete rests, while they look for a rival for him
Let's see if they can break him of the winning habit
Tino Cárdenas, its owner, an upright and sincere man
In the legs of Machete, the whole heart plays
Because he knows that horse will always arrive first
