Pepito y Su Caballo
Pepito tenía un caballo
Que nomás él lo montaba
Era un ballo cara blanca
De siete cuartas de alzada
Ay, qué 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 ballo 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 porvenir a San Juan
Dejó 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
Ya nunca volvió a correr
Ni en el llano, ni en la pista
Pa' quitarlo de sufrir
José le dio tres balazos
Así le toco morir
Aquel que en vida era un rayo
De la historia, este es el fin
De Pepito y su caballo
Pepito and His Horse
Pepito had a horse
That he just rode it
It was a white-faced ballo
Seven quarters high
Oh, what a cute animal
He just needed to talk
José wanted that horse
As his God, he adored him
Every day very early
I bathed him and saddled him
And the ballo of pure taste
He would stop and neigh
From the sand to Terán
Never lost a race
What kind of animal?
ran like a beast
From the future to San Juan
left people in misery
But fate is very cruel
And there is no one who can resist him
And he wanted that steed
One day I lost my sight
He never ran again
Neither on the flat, nor on the track
To take away his suffering
José shot him three times
This is how he had to die
The one who was a lightning bolt in life
Of history, this is the end
Of Pepito and his horse