El Caballo Bayo

He doesn't return to his manger, my faithful horse doesn't return, no,
he doesn't neigh with joy, like when someone caressed him,
and for that same time, it's been two years since yesterday he turned,
when a terrible plague, in the pasture, knocked him down.

And he let out a long sigh, he hardened like a stone,
poor my bay horse, how I cried when he died.

Beautiful dark horse, from my herd I chose,
to give it to my girl, so she forgets the bay that has passed away,
he was the one I liked, to walk together the two of us,
to pass by my girl, shout at her and say goodbye.

When digging a big hole to bury him, I felt sorrow,
and with a wounded soul I said, bay horse, I take you with God.