Sin Caballo Y En Montiel
Atahualpa Yupanqui
Without Horse And In Montiel
(Milonga)
I passed by Tala,
stop, why?
I passed by Tala,
stop, why?
A countryman is worth little,
without a horse and in Montiel.
A countryman is worth little,
without a horse and in Montiel.
I crossed Altamirano,
I crossed North Sauce:
black mud and deep footprints,
like in the old days I found.
Of memories and roads,
I embraced a horizon.
My eyes went far away,
like tracing yesterday.
Climaco Acosta already dead,
Cipriano Vila too.
Climaco Acosta already dead,
Cipriano Vila too.
Two Entre Rios saddlebags,
and a friendship without setbacks.
That's why I passed by,
stop, why?
A countryman is worth little,
without a horse and in Montiel.
The river passed without a song,
why would I have it?
The river passed without a song,
why would I have it?
Wide road of escapes,
quiet it must be.
With a look from other years,
and other times I contemplated,
on a tala's watchtower,
Montiel's palm grove.
The shadow of my horse,
I saw by the river.
The shadow of my horse,
I saw by the river.
The leagues I rode on it,
rolled up in my soul.
That's why I passed by,
stop, why?
A countryman is worth little,
without a horse and in Montiel.
On the Montiel shore,
I had a ranch once.
On the Montiel shore,
I had a ranch once.
Will oblivion have knocked it down,
will it be in ruins, I don't know.
On the Montiel shore,
I had a ranch once.
That's why I passed by,
stop, why?
A countryman is worth little,
without a horse and in Montiel.
