Pêlos

Gathering the herd
I run the poles of the corral
In the stamping of the field
Only shadows and dust remain

They are shouts of a good horse
Touch, touch, hey, hey
They are shouts of a good horse
Touch, touch, hey, hey

Among colts that I tamed and saddled my back
They were bays and roans, sorrels and duns
I've broken many buckskins, black and dappled
From vinegar to black, I saddle all hairs
Piebalds and grays, chestnuts I also tamed
A silver roan I rode in Malacaras

They are shouts of a good horse
Touch, touch, hey, hey
They are shouts of a good horse
Touch, touch, hey, hey

I tamed a skewbald, a black buckskin, a roan
A spotted, a white, a honey-colored
And a piebald with white legs, which by the way, was suspicious
A special bay piebald that never let me down
A toasted with a white beak, I stumbled a lot on a nag
A chestnut, a dun, a very ugly blue roan
Who sometimes around the ranch, left chewing the bit

I just need the dark colt
To saddle my gear
I just need the dark colt
To saddle my gear

They are shouts of a good horse
Touch, touch, hey, hey
They are shouts of a good horse
Touch, touch, hey, hey

I tamed a skewbald, a black buckskin, a roan
A spotted, a white, a honey-colored
And a piebald with white legs, which by the way, was suspicious
A special bay piebald that never let me down
A toasted with a white beak, I stumbled a lot on a nag
A chestnut, a dun, a very ugly blue roan
Who sometimes around the ranch, left chewing the bit

I just need the dark colt
To saddle my gear
I just need the dark colt
To saddle my gear

They are shouts of a good horse
Touch, touch, hey, hey
They are shouts of a good horse
Touch, touch, hey, hey
They are shouts of a good horse
Touch, touch, hey, hey