Mi caballo pobre

My poor horse just like its owner,
restless waiting for you to come out.
Your clean dress and my dusty clothes,
created a very uncommon contrast.

At my twenty years, you were fifteen,
I knew you gave me the purest love.
You were a virgin, and I a poor devil,
spending the day in that work.

Waiting for my hands, and your delicate skin,
in my strong arms, I could make you sleep.
How can I forget your childish kisses,
the ones I had, just for me.

But time passes, and people change,
a scented one came and stole your love.
You threw down my honest love,
because you found a better match.

I felt my poverty and looked at my horse,
its old saddle and tired eyes.
I decided to leave and left my land,
rider and horse did not leave crying.

Waiting for my hands, and your delicate skin,
in my strong arms, I could make you sleep.
How can I forget your childish kisses,
the ones I had, just for me.