El Gigante

Like all legends
Born from something true
And the one I tell you today
If it's not really true
It leaves us a lesson of respect
Towards freedom.

Close to my town
A wild colt like the wind
Inhabits the meadow,
People decided to call him bronco
Because there are no reins
To stop his walk.

His body shows a mark
That they made with fire
It is said to be the mark
Of a bad man who once
Was his owner,
Who, even though he had a thousand horses
Was not satisfied
Because it kept him awake to see
The wild bronco colt loose.

And he put chains on bronco
Just to satisfy a whim
Filling the colt with wounds
Forgetting that he was once his friend.

And he put chains on bronco
Just to satisfy a whim
Without thinking that time takes everything
And injustice has its punishment.

Here is where the legend I tell you
Gains strength from what is said,
That bronco, by some strange spell
That no one can explain, became a giant.

With courage and hunger for freedom
He destroyed that paddock,
Freedom that was stolen from him
By the one who marked his body.

And bronco returned to the meadows
He is free to choose his path
And it is said that the wild bronco
Being a giant will be his destiny.

And bronco returned to the meadows
He is free to choose his path
Now he doesn't gallop alone
Today he is closely watched by a friend.

Today he is closely watched, closely by a friend.