El caballo cantador
Antonio Aguilar
The Singing Horse
He was born under a fig tree
his mother was a fine mare
they called him 'la catrina'
I named him the singer
He was a colt, a comrade
of another random horse
and as I made him mine
he turned out to be a great runner
How beautiful my horse was
he was my most loyal friend
swift as lightning
he was of very good stock
When he was under false rein
he outpaced his mother
soon surpassed his father
beating him by two lengths
He had a dark coat with two white marks
and a star
very showy and full of life
and beautiful at heart
He was born under a fig tree
and stayed in the pasture
what a pity that he died
my best companion
That's why when he passed away
and the moon rises
I go back to that pasture
to relive my memories
How beautiful my horse was
he was my most loyal friend
swift as lightning
he was of very good stock
