El Caballo de Mi Padre
Cuando mi padre murió
Entre otras cosas dejó
Ahí por Jalisco, un ranchito
Dejó una silla plateada
Su pistola niquelada
Y un caballo muy bonito
No se dejaba ensillar
Y mucho menos montar
De cualquier entrometido
Pero yo lo acariciaba
Como mi padre le hablaba
Y acabó siendo mi amigo
Se llamaba El Cascabel
No había caballo como él
Tan ladino y presumido
Pero extrañaba a mi padre
Yo le notaba al montarle
Tristeza en su relinchido
Un día me fui a galopar
Alguien lo quiso comprar
Me daban lo que quiera
Con las orejas paradas
Aventó un par de patadas
Como si el penco entendiera
Pero un día se me escapó
Cuando mi padre cumplió
De su muerte un año exacto
Y aquel caballo precioso
Se fue a matar en un pozo
Cerquita del camposanto
Aquel caballo murió
Porque nunca se olvidó
Del que fue su amo querido
Dicen que allá en Monte Grande
Del caballo de mi padre
Se escucha su relinchido
My Father's Horse
When my father died
Among other things he left
There in Jalisco, a little ranch
He left a silver saddle
His nickel-plated gun
And a very beautiful horse
He wouldn't let himself be saddled
And much less ridden
By any nosy person
But I would caress him
As my father spoke to him
And he ended up being my friend
His name was El Cascabel
There was no horse like him
So sly and conceited
But he missed my father
I could sense it when I rode him
Sadness in his neigh
One day I went galloping
Someone wanted to buy him
They offered me whatever I wanted
With his ears perked up
He threw a couple of kicks
As if the horse understood
But one day he escaped from me
When my father's death anniversary came
Exactly a year after his death
And that precious horse
Went to die in a well
Near the cemetery
That horse died
Because he never forgot
His beloved master
They say that over in Monte Grande
You can hear the neighing
Of my father's horse