Um Domador Pacholeando

I bought a wild colt in the corner of the lame mule
A toasted white-footed, short-backed, maned one
It was a pleasure to see the silhouette of this devilish monarch
It was the image of the Rio Grande, this saddled wild horse

Swift as a cat, a fighting horse with a knife
Doesn't stay behind the cow when it decides to herd
It makes the hooves thunder, hair-raising stuff
Smoke comes out of the spurs, burning leather with fur
Smoke comes out of the spurs, burning leather with fur

I feel like a king on horseback
And I know the turn of the fall
I make an empire out of the colt
And the throne I make out of the back

I feel like a king on horseback
And I know the turn of the fall
I make an empire out of the colt
And the throne I make out of the back

I never slackened my grip for a badly tamed horse
On the back of a beaten one, I do whatever I want
I don't like to walk on foot, that's why I'm a tamer
I've tamed horses and women in the corridor ranches

I make a bed of sheepskin to sleep like a log
My backbone doesn't bend even with curses and strong prayers
I wake up at dawn, my alarm clock is a rooster
I feel like the king of this plain, mounted on my horse
I feel like the king of this plain, mounted on my horse

I bought a wild colt in the corner of the lame mule
A toasted white-footed, short-backed, maned one
It was a pleasure to see the silhouette of this devilish monarch
It was the image of the Rio Grande, this saddled wild horse

Swift as a cat, a fighting horse with a knife
Doesn't stay behind the cow when it decides to herd
It makes the hooves thunder, hair-raising stuff
Smoke comes out of the spurs, burning leather with fur
Smoke comes out of the spurs, burning leather with fur

I feel like a king on horseback
And I know the turn of the fall
I make an empire out of the colt
And the throne I make out of the back

I feel like a king on horseback
And I know the turn of the fall
I make an empire out of the colt
And the throne I make out of the back.