El Regalo
Los Cadetes de Linares
The Gift
I called it the gift
It was dew and cuatralbo
And his charaquí blood
Dad had given it to me
One day on my birthday
Oh, what a happy day
Where will my horse be
For which I cried so much
How I ended up losing it
Dad had given it to me
It was a sacred gift
That I will never forget
The day my father died
I didn't know what to do
I had to bury him
And I lacked what
And as a passerby came by
I sold him my steed
As he left, he resisted
He neighed and looked at me
Crying, I handed him over
Take good care of him, passerby
It was a gift from my father
That I will never forget
Where will my horse be
My father went with God
He had given it to me
And I was left alone
That's why I live crying
Alone in the world and without faith
