Carrera de La Barranca

There are clandestine races
Races, canyon races
Between brañas and thorns
I took my filly there
Black, just the way I like it
To rub their hips

Looking at a foal and its owner
I told him: Let's make a deal
I play my dancer
Against his colt The Portrait
How many horses lost
And here is the story I tell

It seemed that the colt
I had heard the bet
He neighed and neighed
His chest was a party
In honor of my filly
Which was also put

In addition to the race
The new weight also ran
This life is very short
You have to enjoy it, and that's why
There were mariachis and a band
My runner was El Hueso

The colt, in the starting line-up
He seemed very restless
The Dancer, calm down
As aware of the challenge
Neighing, he told him
You're going to lose for being flirtatious

A super shot was heard
Super race they played
The truth is that that Portrait
They even took me to my ranch
The Colt and the Dancer
They fell in love