Their dream of stallions never dates back to yesterday
They make their first braids in a mane
It all starts with plastic dolls
My little pony, take me to the magical land
The walls of the room were covered with pictures
They would lose themselves for hours in front of these ageless equines
They talked about passion and their parents followed
They had ambition, their parents had the wallet
Great rides in Indian plains
Evenings around the fire where legends take them
Raised in the open air on Wednesday afternoons
Girls who ride horses never fall far from the nest

Come on, come on, throw away your whips, ladies
Enter the crowd that ignites and
And for once dare the rider
To hell with your unfaithful steeds

Come on, throw away your whips, ladies
Enter the crowd that ignites
For once dare the rider
To hell with your unfaithful steeds

They want to grow up but remain teenagers
And from pony to stallion, they just climb a little higher
With their foot in the stirrup, they push the horizon back
Gallop on their high airs and will be truly faithful
And from the bomb to the boots, they slowly loosen up
Together in the saddle, they will soon see twenty years pass
When one fine day, beauty and the beast become one
Between the brush and the whip, they have satisfied their hunger
And rare are the engagements for these girls in the saddle
Let the cowboys of Longchamp sleep soundly
And already far is the time when they rode the carousel
Girls who ride horses will one day fall into the trap

Come on, throw away your whips, ladies
Enter the crowd that ignites
For once dare the rider
To hell with your unfaithful steeds

Is it them or the landscape that passes by?
We get a little more attached until we remain still
They love men but wake up a little late
And feel old when good horses become rare
One fine morning, they hesitate a bit while putting on their gloves
A doctor told them they would never have children
They will change mounts for a futile escape
But it's been a long time since they were expected
They will sound the hallali at the loss of their last
And will shed a tear while laying down the stirrups
So they stay there and drink the quiet night
Of those beautiful days on horseback as they slip away

Come on, come on ladies, let go of your stirrups
Come on, come on, there are still riders there
You, madam, in the back, no
Yes, you, madam, in the back, no, yes

Come on, throw away your whips, ladies
Enter the crowd that ignites
For once dare the rider
To hell with your unfaithful steeds

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