El Alazán
Jorge Cafrune
The Chestnut Horse
Like a ribbon of fire
Galloping, galloping
Mane tangled in flames
My chestnut horse, I'm calling you
I climb the mountain with the moon
Crossing the valleys in the snow
We've walked a hundred paths
My chestnut horse, I'm calling you
Dark misty lasso
I rope you by the cliff
How come you didn't see it?
What star were you searching for?
In the depths of the abyss
Not a voice to call it
All alone it went dying
My horse. My horse!
On the fork of a tree
There's a lonely saddlebag
There's a pen without whinnies
My chestnut horse, I'm calling you
If, as some say
There are heavens for a good horse
Then my ride must be out there
Galloping, galloping
Dark misty lasso
I rope you by the cliff
How come you didn't see it?
What star were you searching for?
All alone it went dying
My horse! My horse!
