Carrera de La Barranca

There are underground races
Races, races of the barranca
Through thorns and brambles
I took my filly there
Dark, just how I like it
To rub their flanks

Looking at a colt and his owner
I said: Let’s make a deal
I’ll bet my Dancer
Against his colt The Portrait
So many lost horses
And here’s the story I tell

It seemed like the colt
Had heard the wager
He neighed and neighed
His chest was a party
In honor of my filly
Who was also ready

Besides the race
The new weight also ran
This life is pretty short
Gotta enjoy it, and that’s why
There were mariachis and a band
My runner was The Bone

The colt, at the starting line
Was acting really restless
The Dancer, calm
Like she knew the challenge
Neighing, she said to him
You’re gonna lose for being cocky

A shot rang out from a rifle
They played a super race
The truth is that The Portrait
Was taken all the way to my ranch
The colt and The Dancer
Fell in love with each other