El Último Jinete

Old boots, tired of wandering
A hat worn down by the sun
He’s come knocking at your door, I heard him call
He’s the last rider of love

He found out you’ve got a colt to lend
That colt you call your heart
I assure you, the hits won’t make him cry
I just need to give him an explanation

He wears flowers instead of spurs
He rides slow, with his caution
He’s the last rider of love
He’s the last, the last, the last rider of love

Old boots, tired of wandering
He brings an empty jug and he’s thirsty
From your springs, let him take a sip
For his last hope is you

He wears flowers instead of spurs
He rides slow, with his caution
He’s the last rider of love
He’s the last, the last, the last rider of love