La herencia

I got an old wagon
that I take care of with great care.
I take care of it because it's an inheritance,
an inheritance from a cowboy.

Wagon,
such a beautiful word.
old inheritance
that my father left me
so I could come see it.

And in the old loft,
where there are only pictures of her
and flowers all around.
The cowboy who I sing so strongly about
has gone far away,
but he listens to me from heaven.

Father, why did you give me
your carter's suit,
for the oxen two frontiles
a pair of cowboy boots
and ten Virgin Mary medals?

I entered the old inheritance
with two spurs and a hat
an old little flask
and a memory card
from every year I went to see it.

The yoke next to the yoke
carries a knife engraved
being a carter is my pride
like my ancestors,
and touching your shafts.

In the silence it spoke to me
about the old songstress
about the silver corners
and that first time
I rode it as a child.

Wagon,
such a beautiful word
old inheritance
that my father left me
so I could come see it.