El Rey De La Naturaleza
alla por la madrugada
le suena el cuajo a una legua
parece ser pancho villa
montado en sus siete leguas
es el viejo don antonio
alado de su teniente
pero tuerto y algo chueco
que se paso de valiente
el jinete muestra huellas
de mil tropieso llafanes
durmio de bajo las estrellas
caso con los gavilanes
y a un por tar la elegacancia
y aunque vive en la pobresa
es hombre de palabra
rey de la naturaleza
platica el viejo con calma
la vida es perder y ganar
y el unico pobre del mundo
es el que no supo amar
dios nos dio los animales
para nuestro bien estar
aunque comames su carne
ay que saber los cuidar
trontiando por un sentero
viejo sentado en la silla
sombrero gacho ariscado
consentracion de aguilia
ba en busca de un arlbo seco
del cual poder aser lena
sonriar verse comparado
le duele lo que hoy desenpena
siempre ladro con enpeno
alazado enterrar ezquineros
lo hizo al estilo quineno
de todos fue un companero
fueron pasando los anos
hoy la hace de cocinero
ya me canse de rebanos
cuando fui yo el mero mero
el jinete muestra huellas
de mil tropieso llafanes
durmio de bajo las estrellas
caso con los gavilanes
y a un por tar la elegacancia
y aunque vive en la pobresa
es hombre de palabra
es rey de la naturaleza
The King of Nature
there in the early morning
the stomach growls from a league away
it seems to be Pancho Villa
riding his seven leagues
it's old Don Antonio
next to his lieutenant
but one-eyed and somewhat crooked
who was too brave
the rider shows traces
of a thousand stumbles and hardships
he slept under the stars
married to the hawks
and despite his elegance
and although he lives in poverty
he is a man of his word
king of nature
the old man talks calmly
life is about losing and winning
and the only poor person in the world
is the one who didn't know how to love
god gave us animals
for our well-being
although we eat their flesh
we must know how to take care of them
trudging along a path
old man sitting in the chair
hat tilted, fierce
with the concentration of an eagle
he goes in search of a dry tree
from which to make firewood
he smiles when compared
he is hurt by what he does today
he always barked with effort
breaking in the corners
he did it in the Quinene style
he was a companion to all
the years went by
now he plays the role of a cook
I got tired of herds
when I was the top dog
the rider shows traces
of a thousand stumbles and hardships
he slept under the stars
married to the hawks
and despite his elegance
and although he lives in poverty
he is a man of his word
he is the king of nature