This is the run of the white horse,
that on a happy Sunday it would start,
I was going with the aim of reaching the north,
having left Guadalajara,
Your noble horseman, I take away the rein,
I remove the chair and went to pure hair,
I cross like lightning, lands Nayaritas,
between green hills, and the blue of the sky,
At a slower pace, I reach Esquinapa,
and for Culiac? n, he was already staying,
they say that in the Mochis, it was already falling,
that he was wearing his entire nose bleeding
But they watched him go through Sonora,
and the Yaqui Valley gave him his tenderness,
they say that he was limping, of the left leg,
and in spite of everything, he continued your adventure,
I arrive to Hermosillo, followed? Cam?
and by Mexicali sinti? what was it,
I went up? step by step, by the Rumorosa,
arriving in Tijuana, with the light of day,
After his feat, he went to Rosarito,
and he did not want to go to see Ensenada,
and this was the run of the White Horse,
that came out one Sunday from Guadalajara,
Only among all we can make this a better place :)