To a steed of pretty breed
They changed its color
Plenty of races he won
He was the prime at running
He won all of them all
He was the king of the region

That horseman was the master
He was who taught him to win
Though the horse was noble
And he also made him change
And for the love of children
Triumph both of the would

Pretty my steed, my dark Satan
We ride flying, you know where you are
Now my dark one, don't fall far behind
And for your dyeing, purchase you I must

With a mortal wound
My horse was dying
Don Lazaro Malacara
That's what he wanted
This is where you end, little dark one
With my good aim
And the crying in my eyes
Kneeling, begging
I said, "don't be ungrateful
You win nothing by killing him
I'll give you my life if you want
Take me instead"

Malacara, after seeing my eyes
Only stood staring
I think it got to his soul
And didn't want to kill him now
And that noble horse
With time came to heal
And in my prairies and hills
He's now neighing with me
Don Lazaro Malacara
Ended up gifting him to me

Pretty my steed, my dark Satan
We ride flying, you know where you are
Now my dark one, don't fall far behind
With Mariana take me you must

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