It's a place to go
It was a white horse,
he was my idol
I had a house,
our poor father
To buy this pure blood
Had put in the case
Until his last breath
He had in his head
A great champion
To liquidate our debts
He believed in his luck He
committed to what you believe
By a beautiful book of games With the great sound of his voice
I told my father
That he would win
But after the arrival
The veterinarian
In a moment will release him
I saw my father cry
For the first time
It's a place to go
It was a white horse,
he was my idol
And I was ten years old