I had always bragged
to be a good caporal
why do not I take
raw mares in the open field
and in the corral
but a mulita prieta
I do not know where it came from
bino to end my fame
why get out there is not left
I followed her a week
I followed her all month
I wanted one tomorrow
Over and over again
I followed her through the hills
through the plains too
I put a trap in the branches
that I mock with your disdain
I had always bragged
bad finds the presumption
evil finds the brown mule
that united the verses of my song
I only have one consolation
a consolation I have
that by not honoring that mule
also my riata did not spend
I followed her a week
I followed her all month
I pulled a mangana
Over and over again
I followed her through the hills
through the plains too
I put a trap in the branches
that I mock with your disdain
I had always bragged
to be a good caporal
why do not I take
raw mares in the open field
and in the corral
but a mulita prieta
that size gua
came to end my fame
why get out there is not left
I followed her a week
I followed her all month
I pulled a mangana
Over and over again
I followed her through the hills
through the plains too
I put a trap in the branches
that I mock with your disdain
Only among all we can make this a better place :)