El Quijote De Don Chuy - Calibre 50

Que chulada de animal

De quien es, y cuanto cuesta

Por estar mirando al cuaco

Ni atención puse a la fiesta

El quijote es de Don Chuy

Espero que no se ofenda

Pero dudo que lo venda

A como le hicieron lucha

De comprarlo y se negaba

Nunca había visto un caballo

Que tan fino se plantara

Decía Don Chuy no lo compran

Ni con dinero ni nada

Ni con cien yeguas cargadas

Nomas con ver el caballo

La mirada se congela

No había tordillo mas fino

De españoles de alta escuela

Si tienen duda de eso

Pregúntenle a Beto Peña

Como le fue en compostela

¡Ahi le va mi Chuy

Y puro Calibre 50 oiga!

No le gustaba ir atras

Siempre lo mire adelante

No se ocupa silla de oro

Cuando el cuaco es elegante

Bailaba solo el caballo

Era cosa impresionante

Mas con la del ayudante

De los potrillos que nacen

Solo poquitos la cuentan

Pa' hacer lo que hizo el quijote

Van a ocupar de paciencia

O apenas un hijo de el

Que dejo de descendencia

En la yegua da el cincuenta

Ranchito de San Vicente

Guardaras en tu memoria

Y es que, quedo sepultado

En la punta de una loma

El Quijote de Don Chuy

Del Rosario Sinaloa

Aqui les deje la historia

what a cool animal

Whose is it, and how much does it cost?

For looking at the cuaco

I didn't even pay attention to the party

Don Quixote belongs to Don Chuy

I hope you are not offended

But I doubt it will sell it

How did they fight

To buy it and refused

He had never seen a horse

How fine will it be planted

Don Chuy said they don't buy it

Not with money or anything

Not even with a hundred loaded mares

Just seeing the horse

The gaze freezes

There was no finer tordillo

Of high school Spaniards

If you have any doubt about it

Ask Beto Peña

How did he do in Compostela?

There goes my Chuy

And pure Caliber 50 hey!

He didn't like going back

always look ahead

Golden chair is not occupied

When the cuaco is elegant

Only the horse danced

it was impressive thing

More with the helper

Of the foals that are born

Only few tell it

To do what Don Quixote did

They will take patience

Or just one of his sons

That he left offspring

In the mare turns fifty

Ranchito de San Vicente

You will save in your memory

And it is that, I am buried

At the top of a hill

Don Chuy's Don Quixote

Del Rosario Sinaloa

Here I leave the story