La Sonámbula
Nomas tres cosas tenia,
Caballo, perro y mujer;
Cabalo de pura sangre bonito
De buen correr.
Un perro de raza fina,
Cachorro de buena ley;
Y su mujer adelina,
Una hembra de muy buen ver.
Estas tres cosas son mias,
Que no la pretendan naide'n,
Gritaba el guero garcia,
Como gritandole al aire.
Tenia lumbre en sus ojos,
Cuando a su mujer le decia;
Donde has andado esta noche
Que esta tu casa vacia.
En los tiempos de mis padres
He caminado dormida,
A ti no te ofendo,
Porque de naide'n soy querida.
Temgo el sueño pesado,
Le dijo el guero enojado;
Pero apenas pego el ojo
Es cuando mato venado.
Tranquilo descansa el potro
Bajo la luna dormido,
Tranquilo adormita el perro
Cuidando a su viejo amigo.
Pero esa noche adelina
En otros brazos queridos,
Con besos prende lumbre,
Que no enciende a su marido.
Por la vereda del rio,
Antes que el sol se asomara,
Se han encontrado dos cuerpos
Que nadie identificara.
Con los cascos de un cabalo,
Dos cuerpos han destrozado;
Y las mordidas de un perro
Los rostros desfigurados.
Aquel que es hombre bragado,
Ha encontrar no se deja,
Cabalo, perro y pistola
Con mas razon a su vieja.
Pues como el guero decia,
Perdi a la que adoraba,
Pues por andar dormida,
El diablo se la cargara.
Ay, ay, ay....
The Sleepwalker
Just three things I had,
Horse, dog, and woman;
A beautiful purebred horse
Good at running.
A fine breed dog,
A puppy of good stock;
And his woman Adelina,
A very good-looking female.
These three things are mine,
Let no one claim them,
The blonde Garcia shouted,
As if shouting into the air.
He had fire in his eyes,
When he said to his woman;
Where have you been tonight
That your house is empty.
In the times of my parents
I walked in my sleep,
I don't offend you,
Because I am loved by no one.
I have a heavy sleep,
The angry blonde said;
But as soon as I close my eyes
Is when I hunt deer.
The colt rests calmly
Under the moon asleep,
The dog dozes off calmly
Watching over his old friend.
But that night Adelina
In other beloved arms,
With kisses she ignites fire,
That she doesn't light for her husband.
On the path by the river,
Before the sun peeked out,
Two bodies were found
That no one could identify.
With the hooves of a horse,
Two bodies have been torn apart;
And the bites of a dog
Have disfigured their faces.
He who is a brave man,
Does not let himself be found,
Horse, dog, and gun
With more reason to his old lady.
Because as the blonde said,
I lost the one I adored,
Because by walking in my sleep,
The devil will take her away.
Ay, ay, ay....