Dancing Horses of Spain, proudly they prance.
On the Viennese Maestro's classical song.
The graduates of Spanish Riding School.
Where man and the beast eternally bond.

Their minds in sync with man's, they perform;
On the cues and the orchestral notes of their man.
They breed selectively as per their master's wants;
To produce the next generation of a dancing horse.

Happy in their perpetual captive lives of an entertainer,
Dancing, prancing and making bows to the admiring crowd.
Proudly they circle the arena, holding their heads high.
Cheering crowd, uplifts their spirits, they march past.

Have any of them ever tasted the freedom of wilderness?
Their ancestors once ran free, through the meadows and plains.
Climbed the mountains and galloped as thundering Mustangs.
Battling for the leadership of the bunch of young mares .

Grazing on the lush, green meadows on the Alpine slops
They tasted the fresh waters of the brooks of melting snows.
Feeling the cool breeze on their silky, smooth skin, they ran.
Their lives free of man's wishes, unbridled they roamed.

Lipizzaner Stud Piber-The Dancing Spanish Horses they are.
Never knowing the joy of free galloping in the wilderness,
That covers the Spanish plains, valleys and mountain peaks.
Put out to pasture, contented in the oblivion they will pass.