In Pyrenees' cradle, where the rivers sing,
Roams the Red-Face Manech, in untamed spring.
His coat, a blaze against the mountain's breast,
In the rugged wilds, he finds his rest.

With each hoof's beat, the earth it sighs,
Echoes of ancient tales, 'neath azure skies.
Amidst the heather and the whispering pines,
His spirit roams where freedom twines.

In valleys deep, where shadows dance,
He strides with grace, in nature's trance.
In the heart of Pyrenees, where dreams ascend,
The Red-Face Manech, eternal friend.