Dónde Estará Mi Caballo
Yo le llamaba el regaló
era rocillo y cuatralbo
y su sangre charaqui
papá me lo había regalado
un día de mi cumpleaños
hay que día tan feliz.
Dónde estará mi caballo
por el que tanto he llorado
como lo fui yo a perder
papá me lo había regalado
era un regalo sagrado
y lo tuve que vender.
El día que murió mi padre
yo no sabia que hacer
tenia que sepultarlo
y me faltaba con que
y al pasar un caminante
yo le vendí mi corcel.
Al irse se resistía
relinchaba y me veía
y llorando lo entregue
cuídalo bien caminante
fue un regalo de mí padre
que yo nunca olvidaré.
Dónde estará mi caballo
mi padre con dios se fue
el me lo había regalado
y yo solo me quede
por eso vivo llorando
solo en el mundo y sin fé
Where Will My Horse Be
I used to call him the gift
he was a young and white horse
and his blood was pure
Dad had given him to me
on my birthday
what a happy day.
Where will my horse be
for whom I have cried so much
how I ended up losing him
Dad had given him to me
it was a sacred gift
and I had to sell him.
The day my father died
I didn't know what to do
I had to bury him
and I didn't have what I needed
and as a passerby came by
I sold him my steed.
As he left, he resisted
neighed and looked at me
and crying, I handed him over
take good care of him, passerby
he was a gift from my father
that I will never forget.
Where will my horse be
my father went with God
he had given him to me
and I was left alone
that's why I live crying
alone in the world and without faith