the old horses

The old horses

They can't race in the tracks

They have seen the times

Once they were talk of the circuits

Now they still want to race

The legs can't run though the minds can

Racing through the tracks

In no time they will collapse

The old horses

The retirement homes the best

Enjoy the sunset of their times

Write their memoirs print their exploits

The old horses

Look up to the sky

The storm is brewing

How fast can they gallop away?

The young ones galloping in storm

The thundering sound the shaking ground

The old horses should realize their times

There is no way to compete and win!