It was a long hard voyage to the Americas
In 1493 I was afraid that I would die of thirst
The little mare beside me died
And was put into the sea, but I survived
I swam to shore, I am La Primera
When Cortes sailed from Mexico
From that island in the sun
There were 16 of us
Sorrels, blacks and bays
One of them was my first born
He was called the 'Coyote Dun'
He served well the conquered of Mexico
I am a drinker of the wind
I am thе one who never tirеs
I love my freedom more than all these things
The Conquistador, Comanche and the Cowboy
I carried them to glory
I am La Primera- Spanish mustang
Hear my story
The Comanches were holy terrors
When they climbed upon our backs
When the grass was high
They would raid for a thousand miles
But the Texans had revolvers
When they returned from the war
The buffalo had gone away
The Comanche moon was waning
In 1493 I was afraid that I would die of thirst
The little mare beside me died
And was put into the sea, but I survived
I swam to shore, I am La Primera
When Cortes sailed from Mexico
From that island in the sun
There were 16 of us
Sorrels, blacks and bays
One of them was my first born
He was called the 'Coyote Dun'
He served well the conquered of Mexico
I am a drinker of the wind
I am thе one who never tirеs
I love my freedom more than all these things
The Conquistador, Comanche and the Cowboy
I carried them to glory
I am La Primera- Spanish mustang
Hear my story
The Comanches were holy terrors
When they climbed upon our backs
When the grass was high
They would raid for a thousand miles
But the Texans had revolvers
When they returned from the war
The buffalo had gone away
The Comanche moon was waning
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