Vamos, Vamos Zaino Viejo
Edmundo Rivero
Let's Go, Let's Go Old Bay Horse
Life is sad on the driver's seat
With the memories of a loving heart
I advance leagues at a trot with my cart
And it seems to me that I'm always in the mud
It's that I don't have anyone to prepare me a mate
Nor anyone to help me saddle the horse
And caressing my chocolate dog
I happily took a sip from the porrón
Trot by trot I weave with sorrow
Remembering my past
Thinking it was so good
And destiny so wicked;
Let's go, let's go old bay horse
We are both the same now
We have gone so far
With fifty carnivals;
Let's go, let's go old bay horse
It's time to rest.
Sad memories pile up every year
Thinking of her who today would have turned a year older
And she awaited me smiling and lovely
Because that's how my beautiful Maria Rosa was;
Today I no longer have anyone to prepare me a mate
Nor anyone to help me saddle the horse
Only my chocolate dog remains
Among the ruins of the old corral
Trot by trot I weave with sorrow
Remembering my past
Thinking it was so good
And destiny so wicked;
Let's go, let's go old bay horse
We are both the same now
We have gone so far
With fifty carnivals;
Let's go, let's go old bay horse
It's time to rest.
It's time to rest.
