El Bayo Cara Blanca
Pepito tenía un caballo, que nomás el lo montaba
Era un bayo cara blanca, de 7 cuartas de alzada
Ay que rechulo animal, nomás hablar le faltaba
José quería aquel caballo, como a su dios lo adoraba
Todos los días muy temprano, lo bañaba y lo ensillaba
Y el bayo de puro gusto, se paraba y relinchaba
De “la arena” hasta terán, jamás perdió una carrera
A que rechulo animal, corría como una fiera,
Del provenir a san juan, dejo gente en la miseria
Pero el destino es muy cruel, y no hay quien se le resista
Y quiso que aquel corcel, un día perdiera la vista
A nunca volvió a correr, ni en el llano ni en la pista
Pa’ quitarlo de sufrí, josé le dio 3 balazos
Así le toco morir, a aquel que en la vida era un rayo
De la historia este es el fin, de pepito y su caballo
The Bayo White Face
Pepito had a horse, which he just rode
It was a white-faced bay, 7 quarters tall.
Oh, what an animal, he just needed to talk.
José loved that horse, as he adored his god
Every day very early, I bathed him and saddled him.
And the bay, out of pure pleasure, would stop and neigh
From “la arena” to terán, he never lost a race
At what animal demand, he ran like a beast,
From coming to San Juan, I left people in misery
But destiny is very cruel, and there is no one who can resist it.
And he wanted that steed to lose its sight one day
A never ran again, neither on the flat nor on the track.
To get rid of his suffering, José shot him 3 times
This is how it was his turn to die, to the one who in life was lightning
This is the end of the story, of Pepito and his horse
Escrita por: Julian Garza