El Corrido de Don Marcos

Of horses and braves
A thousand corridos have been found
But this one is very different
Sharpen your senses well

It is not a betrayal of love
It's not a drug story
It is the story of a rancher
The ballad of Don Marcos

Filly tamer
Truly in love
He jumped over all the barriers
For him there were never borders
The illegal, old young
His true songs

Born on June 18th
And he died on August 8th
His love for horses
He charged the highest cost

If I sing, it is not because I can
If I cry, it is not because I am a coward
There is a curfew in my soul
I'm singing to my father

Filly tamer
Truly in love
You jumped all the barriers
For you there were no borders
Oh, illegal, old young
It really hurt when you left

I didn't make you a wooden cross
I didn't even make you a cement cross
I just made you this corrido
And in my soul your monument
I just made you this corrido
And in my soul your monument