Lyrics and translation Diego Herrera feat. Leandro Ríos - El Regalo

El Regalo

Viejo, salducita, saludcita, saludcita
Salducita, saludcita, saludcita
Salducita, saludcita, saludcita
Dígame, ahí le va mi compa Leandro
Mira, ahí en la punta del tren
Don Humberto
Salducita, saludcita, saludcita, saludcita
Dígame
¿Qué les parece si nos hechamos El Regalo, viejo?
Y que suene la banda, viejo
Ahí, pa' la gente de cballo, súbase

Yo le llamaba el regalo
Era rosio y cuatralbo
Y su sangre charaquil

Papá me lo había regalado
Un día de mi cumpleaños
Hay que día tan feliz

¿Dónde estará mi caballo?
Por el que tanto he llorado
Como lo fui yo a perder

Papá me lo había regalado
Era un regalo sagrado
Que yo nunca olvidaré

El día que murió mi padre
Yo no sabía qué hacer
Tenía que sepultarlo

Y me faltaba con qué
Y al pasar un caminante
Yo le vendí mi corcel

Este el viejo que no cuida
Y nos bendice desde el cielo
Saludcita, saludcita

Al irse se resistía
Relinchaba y me veía
Yo llorando lo entregué

Cuídalo bien caminante
Fue un regalo de mi padre
Que yo nunca olvidaré

¿Dónde estará mi caballo?
Mi padre con Dios se fue
Él me lo había regalado

Y yo solo me quedé
Por eso vivo llorando
Solo en el mundo y sin él

The Gift

Old friend, a little something, a little drink, a little drink
A little something, a little drink, a little drink
A little something, a little drink, a little drink
Tell me, there goes my friend Leandro
Look, there at the end of the train
Mr. Humberto
A little something, a little drink, a little drink, a little drink
Tell me
How about we have a drink, old friend?
And let the band play, old friend
There, for the people on horseback, come on in

I called him the gift
He was dew and a white horse
And his blood was charaquil

My father had given him to me as a gift
One day on my birthday
Oh, what a happy day

Where is my horse?
For whom I have cried so much
How did I ever lose him?

My father had given him to me as a gift
He was a sacred gift
That I will never forget

The day my father died
I didn't know what to do
I had to bury him

And I didn't have anything to do it with
And as a traveler passed by
I sold him my steed

This is the old man who doesn't care
And blesses us from heaven
A little drink, a little drink

As he left, he resisted
He neighed and looked at me
I gave him up crying

Take good care of him, traveler
He was a gift from my father
That I will never forget

Where is my horse?
My father went to God
He had given me as a gift

And I was left alone
That's why I live crying
Alone in the world without him