La Tropilla

The Gang

La Tropilla

The gang that I rideLa tropilla que monto
is made of "reserved ones,"de "reservados",
they're a mix of colorsson de un pelo y tordillos
just like my years.como mis años.
And the lead mareY la yegua madrina
is darker than night,más renegrida,
more than the sorrowsque las penas que mi alma
my soul keeps inside.lleva escondidas.

The spurs that I wearLas espuelas que yo uso
for my fancy moves,pa' mis floreos,
shining while I dancemalambeando reluce
with my stomping grooves.mis zapateos.
Their wheels don’t dig inSus rodajas ya no hincan
'cause I believe,porque yo pienso,
it's a coward who hurtses cobarde el que hiere
those who can't defend.los indefensos.

And the rough ones I putY los bastos que pongo
at the head of my bed,de cabecera,
keep me thinkingcavilando me tienen
through the whole night ahead.la noche entera.
Until dawn surprises meHasta que me sorprende
with its light,la madrugada,
holding tight to who I callabrazao de quien llamo
my worst is alright.mi peor es nada.

My ranch is missing,A mi rancho le falta,
and this ain't a joke,y esto no es broma,
a girl who's lovinguna china que sea
and won't leave me broke.muy querendona.
'Cause it's sad to live,Porque es triste vivir,
as they say,como quien dice,
without having a treasuresin tener una prenda
to hold every day.que lo acaricie.