Le Pusieron 7 Leguas
Nació y creció pura sangre
Igual que su madre yegua
Como homenaje a su padre
Le pusieron 7 leguas
Tenía lo noble por dentro
Y lo nervioso por fuera
Su dueño en una jugada
Tenía que pagar la apuesta
Cuando le iban a echar bala
Lo entregó como respuesta
Aquí les doy mi potrillo
Que es todo lo que me resta
Se lo llevaron al valle
Y empezaron a correrlo
Siempre ganaba de calle
Como daba gusto verlo
Sus amos muy ambiciosos
Como ganaron dinero
Va siendo el mundo tan chico
Un golpe jugo la vida
Quiso que aquel potro rico
Se quedara a la medida
Para la yegua, su madre
Que no había sido vencida
Había una deuda de orgullo
Y el amo dijo a su yegua
Aunque sé que es hijo tuyo
No debes de darle tregua
Si no le ganas, te mueres
Y si le ganas, me vengas
El potro sintio la sangre
Y al poco del partidero
Dejó ganar a su madre
Y se fue a un desfiladero
Sabía que podrían matarle
Pero él se mató primero
Esta es la historia señores
De una yegua y su potrillo
Ellos no entienden rencores
Ni quieren del oro el brillo
Pero si saben de amores
Entre una madre y un hijo
They Named Him Seven Leagues
Born and raised purebred
Just like his mother mare
As a tribute to his father
They named him Seven Leagues
He had nobility inside
And nerves on the outside
His owner in a gamble
Had to pay the bet
When they were about to shoot
He gave him up as a response
Here’s my colt
That’s all I have left
They took him to the valley
And started to race him
He always won by a mile
What a joy it was to see him
His owners were so greedy
They made a lot of money
The world is getting so small
A blow changed his life
He wanted that rich colt
To stay in the running
For the mare, his mother
Who had never been defeated
There was a debt of pride
And the owner told his mare
Even though I know he’s your son
You can’t give him a break
If you don’t beat him, you die
And if you beat him, you get revenge
The colt felt the blood
And soon from the starting line
He let his mother win
And went to a cliff
He knew they could kill him
But he took himself out first
This is the story, folks
Of a mare and her colt
They don’t understand grudges
Nor do they want gold’s shine
But they do know about love
Between a mother and her son