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At dawn
The rennet sounds a mile away
It seems to be Pancho Villa
Mounted on his seven leagues
It's old Don Antonio
Next to his lieutenant
But one-eyed and somewhat crooked
He was too brave
The rider shows signs
That from a thousand stumbles and efforts
He slept under the stars
Case all the hawks
And to carry the elegance
Because he lives in poverty
He is a man of his word
King of nature
The old man speaks calmly
Life is about losing and winning.
The only poor person in the world
He is the one who did not know how to love
God gave us animals
For our well-being
And even if you eat its flesh
You have to know how to take care of them
Thundering down a path
Old man sitting on the chair
Slouch hat
Needle concentration
He goes in search of a dry tree
From which to make firewood
Smile and see yourself compared
It hurts what he does today
I always bark with determination
Raised burying corners
He did it in the Quineño style
He was a companion of all
The years went by
Today he plays the cook
I'm tired of herds
When I was the big shot
And the rider shows a sign
That from a thousand stumbles and efforts
He slept under the stars
Case all the hawks
And to carry the elegance
And although he lives in poverty
He is a man of his word
He is king of nature
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