El Caballo Bayo
Ya no vuelve a su pesebre, mi fiel caballo no vuelve no,
ya no relincha de gozo, como cuando alguien lo acaricio,
y por ese mismo tiempo, ya van dos años que ayer cumplió,
cuando una terrible peste, en el potrero lo revolcó.
Y tiro un suspiro largo, como una piedra se endureció,
pobre de mi caballo bayo, como he llorado cuando el murió.
Bonito caballo prieto, de mi manada he escogido yo,
para dárselo a mi chata, que olvide el bayo que ya murió,
el era el que me gustaba, para pasear junto los dos,
para pasarle a mi chata, pegarle un grito y decirle adiós,
Al hacer un hoyo grande para enterrarlo pena me dio,
y yo con el alma herida le dije bayo dios te llevo
The Bay Horse
He doesn't return to his manger, my faithful horse doesn't return, no,
he doesn't neigh with joy, like when someone caressed him,
and for that same time, it's been two years since yesterday he turned,
when a terrible plague, in the pasture, knocked him down.
And he let out a long sigh, he hardened like a stone,
poor my bay horse, how I cried when he died.
Beautiful dark horse, from my herd I chose,
to give it to my girl, so she forgets the bay that has passed away,
he was the one I liked, to walk together the two of us,
to pass by my girl, shout at her and say goodbye.
When digging a big hole to bury him, I felt sorrow,
and with a wounded soul I said, bay horse, I take you with God.
Escrita por: Alberto Flores