La Muerte Del Rucio Moro

Wow buddy
My days darkened
My joy took flight
When I least expected it
Sad morning
I felt like losing a treasure
My dark bay horse
Where I always rode

They found him in the field
In the field
With his neck shattered
It seems like a lightning bolt
Made him do a somersault

Who would have imagined
That something bad awaited
My little horse
To take my life
Leaving my soul in mourning

I left immediately
Upon hearing the news
Seeing the stable
A little lonely
I arrived at the place
Where my horse lay
The marks of a lightning strike
In the middle of four palms

Closer to the river
With other animals
Was the bay mare
Turning and neighing
Quite desperate

Poor my dark bay horse
Kneeling
With his head tucked in
When I went to close his eyes
Tears sprang forth

The breeze passed by
Unsaddling memories
While a white heron
Observed from the ravine
A carrao sang
At the edge of the bushes
And a sad paraulata
Silenced the savannah

In the river sands
My dark bay horse
Left his marked hooves
When he went with his mare
To frolic on the beach

The rope of my affection
Of my affection
Appeared broken
By a few pulls
Of destiny in its play

Goodbye friend
It sprang from my heart
I felt great desolation
When I turned my back
A large hollow
Where his body would fit
And on the little earth
My guama hat

So that the morning dew
Dark bay horse
May moisten my prayer
And the dawn of time
May grant him early grace
May the birds
Coming from the mountains
Bring him a serenade
So that his dark path
Turns into a feat

The evening fell
Framed in redness
How many moons how many suns
Foreshadowed my nostalgia
The Goldfinch left
That proclaimed my joy
Piece of my life
Little piece of my childhood

Cherub of my desires
Of my desires
Closeness of my distance
How much I would like to take away
The scent of the mastranto

Embrace myself in the despair
Of that star
That twinkles and shatters
The one that dies slowly
Molded to my hope

Dark bay horse
You left the corral
Turned into a whirlwind

You flew through the locked door
You never thought
That death was lurking
Guilty of your bad luck
That led you to the trap

Among the canvases of memory
My horse
Your image remains inert
For your many friends
A source of longing

Today your destiny is a bongo
Lost bongo
Of cane and lever
Stranded and abandoned
In the confines of Arauca

Saddle and bridle
Ask with pain
Why the treacherous fate
Would not change its abode
The fence
That supported him so much
Also sadly commented
The sleeve is in mourning

From the arena to the stopper
A murmur is heard
Of broken words
And the girls distribute
Golden ribbons in the rain

With the summer afternoon
There in the mountains
The cicada's song is heard
And an evening of nostalgia
The wind carries on its wings

Fresh water
Is being offered by the pond
While there in the hut
My campechana awaits me
Proud shout
Of sovereign feeling
You are not going to die
As long as there are sheets

From an eastern corner
In Venezuela
Through the state of Monagas
To the impetuous Meta
In the Colombian lands

Ascending the Orinoco
The Apure river
Casanare and Vichada
To die of old age
In the Araucanian waves