El Caballo de Mi Padre

When my father died
Among other things he left
There in Jalisco, a little ranch
He left a silver saddle
His nickel-plated gun
And a very beautiful horse

He wouldn't let himself be saddled
And much less ridden
By any nosy person
But I would caress him
As my father spoke to him
And he ended up being my friend

His name was El Cascabel
There was no horse like him
So sly and conceited
But he missed my father
I could sense it when I rode him
Sadness in his neigh

One day I went galloping
Someone wanted to buy him
They offered me whatever I wanted
With his ears perked up
He threw a couple of kicks
As if the horse understood

But one day he escaped from me
When my father's death anniversary came
Exactly a year after his death
And that precious horse
Went to die in a well
Near the cemetery

That horse died
Because he never forgot
His beloved master
They say that over in Monte Grande
You can hear the neighing
Of my father's horse