Guitar tremble, who could? having?
is that the colt is loose,
bellowing in the night, until going crazy.
Because a zamba walks in heat whitening the
Dawn of the day.
I know that they have always wanted, their fixed course
twist. His song lives in the village, there is no skin or
decree that they make him return, his song lives in the village
there is no skin or decree that they can with him.
Worth that indomitable colt, leave him no more to run,
he does not obey the reins, he has no borders, he does not know
to lose.
The colt has no reins, the flowers intoxicate him
of the sunrise.
INSTRUMENTAL.
By high green the night, beat him saw him grow,
in love in the cup, tracking a star, in the spinel
the song of the poor man was making flesh came
with the.
With your sad canoes, one day there will be give back,
to flood the guitars with their simple singing
all? in San Javier, and those sleeping ranchitos,
Party dresses singing with him.
Worth that indomitable colt, leave him no more to run,
he does not obey the reins, he has no borders
He does not know how to lose.
Catalino Rodriguez is intoxicated by the flowers of
dawn.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)