Cuando Murió Mi Caballo
Joan Sebastian
When My Horse Died
When my horse died
It was the saddest eighth of April
My birthday, no less
A vile colic took him down
He was a little bay
A true companion of honor
With all due respect to my stable
There was no better dancer around
He brought the crowd to life
And the applause was real
My audience would whisper
What a beautiful creature!
If there are horses in heaven
He must be up there
Herding a good flock
With Archangel Michael
(Wow! I still dream of you, buddy!)
When my horse died
How could I ever forget?
It was one of the worst news
That Fede could ever give me
Goodbye, little bay
If you needed to fly
You earned your wings here
They'll give them to you up there
If there are horses in heaven
Piquín must be up there
I hope Ramón gets to hear
A good tune, an endless tune
(Wow! Ramón López Alvarado)
(Thanks, my friend)
(And take care of my Piquín!)
