El Guaraqui
Este es el nuevo corrido, que ahora se a registrado
Yo se los voy a cantar, pónganle muy bien cuidado
Ese día 3 de octubre temprano como a las 10:00
Mato un caballo al guaraqui, por causa de su embriaguez
El lunes por la mañana, 3 veces le canta un gallo
Y su mujer le decía: No ensilles ese caballo
Entapojando el caballo, dijo con mucha ternura
Este día voy para arispe, estrenando mi montura
El traerse a san francisco, era toda su intención
Para velarlo en casa, con amigos en reunión
Pero por su mala suerte, no se pudo devolver
Por que en el pueblo de arispe, su fin tenia que ser
Llego a arispe muy temprano, con ganas de echarse un trago
Sin saber que su caballo, matarlo tenia pensado
Al dar vuelta en una esquina, yo lo tengo muy presente
Le callo el caballo encima y murió instantáneamente
El guaraqui fue vaquero, de chico empezó a montar
Caballos, mulas y reces y un manso lo fue a matar
Leyva luken le regala, al guaraqui este corrido
Compuesto por su guitarra, así piden sus amigos
El que cante este corrido, que le de un tono bajito
Con su guitarra afinada, para que se oiga bonito
Con estos versos termino, que le regalo a su esposa
Colocándole en su tumba, una montura de rosas
The Guaraqui
This is the new corrido, which has now been registered
I'm going to sing it to you, pay close attention
That day, October 3rd, early around 10:00
He killed a horse, the Guaraqui, because of his drunkenness
On Monday morning, a rooster crows three times
And his wife would say: Don't saddle that horse
Saddling the horse, he said very tenderly
Today I'm going to Arispe, breaking in my saddle
His intention was to bring him to San Francisco
To wake him at home, with friends in a gathering
But due to his bad luck, he couldn't return
Because in the town of Arispe, his end had to be
He arrived in Arispe very early, wanting a drink
Unaware that his horse, he had planned to kill
Turning a corner, I remember it well
The horse fell on him and he died instantly
The Guaraqui was a cowboy, started riding as a kid
Horses, mules, and cattle, a tame one ended his life
Leyva Luken gives the Guaraqui this corrido
Composed by his guitar, as his friends request
Whoever sings this corrido, should give it a soft tone
With a tuned guitar, so it sounds beautiful
With these verses I finish, a gift to his wife
Placing on his grave, a saddle made of roses