Caballo De Rejoneo

Rejoneo horse
That barely has three herbs
And punishes mares
With its cheerful swaying,
And up there in the pasture
He's a friend of a black bull
And plays and runs with him
Until he reaches the pen.
Rejoneo horse;
Always attentive to the rein,
Tomorrow in the bullring
He wants to show off his braid,
Of dance and light step,
Of trotting and galloping;
He will mock the bull
Like the leaves in the wind.

The horse is now in the square,
Rejoneo horse.

Rejoneo horse,
The horse is now in the square;
Colorful caprioles
Are drawing his hooves.
The horse is now in the square,
Rejoneo horse,
How his hooves ring,
His hooves on the sand.

And the black bull,
And the brave bull
Already caresses the tail
Of my horse
Of my horse.

What bad luck,
What bad luck
That it has wounded him in the buttock
Almost to death,
Almost to death.