El Último Jinete
Joan Sebastian
The Last Rider
Old boots, tired of wandering
A hat eaten away by the sun
He has reached your door, I heard him knocking
He is the last rider of love
He found out that he has a colt to rent
That colt you call heart
I assure you, the blows do not make him cry
I just have to give you an explanation
He uses flowers instead of spurs
He rides slowly, with his caution
He is the last rider of love
It's the last, the last, the last rider of love
Old boots, tired of wandering
He brings the empty amphora and is thirsty
Let him drink from its springs
That your last hope is you
He uses flowers instead of spurs
He rides slowly, with his caution
He is the last rider of love
It's the last, the last, the last rider of love
