El Guaraqui

This is the new corrido, which has now been registered
I'm going to sing it to you, pay close attention
That day, October 3rd, early around 10:00
He killed a horse, the Guaraqui, because of his drunkenness

On Monday morning, a rooster crows three times
And his wife would say: Don't saddle that horse
Saddling the horse, he said very tenderly
Today I'm going to Arispe, breaking in my saddle

His intention was to bring him to San Francisco
To wake him at home, with friends in a gathering
But due to his bad luck, he couldn't return
Because in the town of Arispe, his end had to be

He arrived in Arispe very early, wanting a drink
Unaware that his horse, he had planned to kill
Turning a corner, I remember it well
The horse fell on him and he died instantly

The Guaraqui was a cowboy, started riding as a kid
Horses, mules, and cattle, a tame one ended his life
Leyva Luken gives the Guaraqui this corrido
Composed by his guitar, as his friends request

Whoever sings this corrido, should give it a soft tone
With a tuned guitar, so it sounds beautiful
With these verses I finish, a gift to his wife
Placing on his grave, a saddle made of roses