Dónde Estará Mi Caballo
El Poder Del Norte
Where Will My Horse Be
I used to call him the gift
he was a young and white horse
and his blood was pure
Dad had given him to me
on my birthday
what a happy day.
Where will my horse be
for whom I have cried so much
how I ended up losing him
Dad had given him to me
it was a sacred gift
and I had to sell him.
The day my father died
I didn't know what to do
I had to bury him
and I didn't have what I needed
and as a passerby came by
I sold him my steed.
As he left, he resisted
neighed and looked at me
and crying, I handed him over
take good care of him, passerby
he was a gift from my father
that I will never forget.
Where will my horse be
my father went with God
he had given him to me
and I was left alone
that's why I live crying
alone in the world and without faith
