El Cantador
Nació bajo de una higuera
Su madre fue yegua fina
Le llamaban La Catrina
A el potrillo El Cantador
Era un potro con más brío
Que otro caballo cualquiera
Y como yo lo hice mío
Resultó muy corredor
Era lindo mi caballo
Era mi amigo más fiél
Ligerito como el rayo
Era de muy buena ley
Cuando era de falsa rienda
Daba ventaja a su madre
Muy pronto dejó a su padre
Con dos cuerpos le ganó
Era de pelo retinto
Rosalbo como un lucero
Muy fachoso mitotero
Y lindo de corazón
Era lindo mi caballo
Nació bajo una higuera
Y en el potrero quedó
Qué lástima que muriera
Mi compañero mejor
Por éso cuando el Sol muere
Y la Luna va a salir
Me voy hasta aquél potrero
Mis recuerdos a vivir
Era lindo mi caballo
The Singer
He was born under a fig tree
His mother was a fine mare
They called him La Catrina
The colt was called 'The Singer.'
He was a colt with more spirit
Than any other horse
And as I made him mine
He turned out to be a great runner.
My horse was beautiful
He was my most loyal friend
As fast as lightning
He was of very good stock.
When he was under false rein
He outpaced his mother
Soon he left his father behind
Winning by two lengths.
He had a dark coat
Rosy white like a star
Very showy and spirited
And beautiful at heart.
My horse was beautiful...
He was born under a fig tree
And in the pasture he stayed
What a pity that he died
My best companion.
That's why when the sun dies
And the moon rises
I go to that pasture
To relive my memories.
My horse was beautiful...