El Corralero
Esta enfermo el corralero
Allá 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 debes su mal aliviar
Como pretenden que yo
Que lo crié de potrillo
Clave en su pecho un cuchillo
Porque el patrón lo ordenó
Déjelo no más pastar
No rechace mi consejo
Que yo lo voy a enterrar
Cuando se muera de viejo
Junto al estero del bajo
Lo encontré rendido
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
Como pretenden que yo
Que lo crié de potrillo
Clave en su pecho un cuchillo
Porque el patrón lo ordenó
Déjelo no más pastar
No rechace mi consejo
Que yo lo voy a enterrar
Cuando se muera de viejo
The Corralero
The corralero is sick
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 raised him from a foal
To stab a knife in his chest
Because the boss ordered it
Just let him graze
Don't reject my advice
I will bury him
When he dies of old age
Next to the stream in the lowlands
I found him exhausted
Almost at his last breath
I approached very slowly
And tried to explain to him
But seeing him resigned
My hand trembled
And I started to cry
How do they expect me
Who raised him from a foal
To stab a knife in his chest
Because the boss ordered it
Just let him graze
Don't reject my advice
I will bury him
When he dies of old age