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Battered

Quarteto Coração de Potro

Aporreado

Cola curta e sem tupete
Arisco, sonando as venta
Com cosca de corda e garra
Por malino se sustenta

Tem gana de caborteiro
E cismas de melindroso
Troca orelha desconfiado
E agita o fleco do toso
Troca orelha desconfiado
E agita o fleco do toso

Em cada festa que chega
Desperta apreço e receio
Requintando azar ou sorte
Nalgum chapéu de sorteio

E o teu nome ganha fama
Quando um narrador confronta
As topadas mais machazas
Que a tua história reponta
As topadas mais machazas
Que a tua história reponta

No palanque, a tua estampa
Destapa força e imponência
E quando sai corcoveando
Simboliza esta querência

De cada índio ginete
Que já sentou no teu lombo
Sabe do peso da espora
Ou do estouro dum tombo
Sabe do peso da espora
Ou do estouro dum tombo

Falado nos entreveros
E em tardes de gauchada
Se destaca entre os veiacos
Nos campos de gineteada

Pra viver pelas tropilhas
Teve o destino traçado
Pois não nasceu pra ser manso
Nasceu pra ser Aporreado

Pois não nasceu pra ser manso
Nasceu pra ser Aporreado
Pois não nasceu pra ser manso
Nasceu pra ser Aporreado

Battered

Short tail and no forelock
Skittish, sniffing the wind
With rope marks and claw
Sustained by mischief

Has the urge of a cowboy
And the whims of a delicate
Exchanges ears suspiciously
And shakes the mane
Exchanges ears suspiciously
And shakes the mane

At every party he arrives
Awakens admiration and fear
Refining bad luck or fortune
In some lucky hat

And your name gains fame
When a narrator confronts
The most rugged stumbles
That your story points out
The most rugged stumbles
That your story points out

In the arena, your figure
Unveils strength and grandeur
And when you leave bucking
Symbolizes this fondness

Of every Indian rider
Who has sat on your back
Knows the weight of the spur
Or the burst of a fall
Knows the weight of the spur
Or the burst of a fall

Spoken in the skirmishes
And in gaucho afternoons
Stands out among the old hands
In the riding fields

To live among the herds
Destiny was drawn
For he was not born to be gentle
He was born to be Battered

For he was not born to be gentle
He was born to be Battered
For he was not born to be gentle
He was born to be Battered

Escrita por: Rogerio Villagran