El Corralero
Tá' muy malo el corralero
Y ahí en el potrero
Como viejo está
Hay que ayudarlo a que muera
Para que no sufra más
Siempre fuiste el más certero
Y por eso debe su mal aliviar
¿Cómo pretenden que yo?
Que lo crié de potrillo
Clave en su pecho un cuchillo
Porque el patrón lo ordenó
Dejenló nomás pastar
No rechacen mi consejo
Que yo lo voy a enterrar
Cuando se muera de viejo
Junto al estero del bajo
Lo encontré tendido
Casi al expirar
Me acerqué muy lentamente
Y se lo quise explicar
Pero al verlo resignado
Me tembló la mano
Y me puse a llorar
¿Cómo pretenden que yo?
Que lo crié de potrillo
Clave en su pecho un cuchillo
Porque el patrón lo ordenó
Dejenló nomás pastar
No rechacen mi consejo
Que yo lo voy a enterrar
Cuando se muera de viejo
The Corralero
The corralero is very bad
And there in the paddock
As old as he is
We must help him to die
So he doesn't suffer anymore
You were always the most accurate
And that's why you must alleviate his pain
How do they expect me
Who took care of him since he was a foal
To drive a knife into his chest
Because the boss ordered it?
Just let him graze
Don't reject my advice
For I will bury him
When he dies of old age
Next to the stream in the lowlands
I found him lying
Almost at his end
I approached very slowly
And I wanted to explain it to him
But seeing him resigned
My hand trembled
And I started to cry
How do they expect me
Who took care of him since he was a foal
To drive a knife into his chest
Because the boss ordered it?
Just let him graze
Don't reject my advice
For I will bury him
When he dies of old age