Lyrics and translation Grupo Laberinto - El Comandante

El Comandante

En un avión de la fuerza
De los norteamericanos
De la guerra de Kuwait
Se lo trajeron robado
¡Ay! Qué bonito animal
Nació para andar volando

Un celador de Sonoyta
Lo pasó de contrabando
Entre ropa y cosas viejas
Ah, qué historia de caballo
Parece una fantasía
Pero puedo comprobarlo

Miguel Ángel en Caborca
Todos saben que es muy rico
Contra riesgos lo compró
Para el capricho de su hijo
10 mil dólares pagó
Aunque no tenía registro

Le dicen El Comandante
Porque se cree las batallas
Las cuadras donde él nació
También fueron bombardeadas
Por eso corre tranquilo
De Caborca hasta Ensenada

En Agua Prieta ganó
A un morito pura sangre
Y a la feria de las flores
Lo llevaron a Nogales
Ahí quedó sin correr
Porque no tuvo rivales

Y una vez en Mexicali
Corrió con un palomino
Desde Texas lo trajeron
Eran su dueño dos gringos
600 mil apostaron
De los que son verdecitos

Y a la prueba de Kentucky
Que todos sueñan llegarle
Corriendo contra reloj
Hizo una hazaña muy grande
Dejó un récord espantoso
Que no han podido quitarle

Si ellos hubieran sabido
Lo que de allá se trajeron
Nunca lo hubieran vendido
Y todavía fuera de ellos
Lo bueno siempre han tenido
Pero esta vez no lo hicieron

The Commander

On a plane of the force,
Of the North Americans,
From the Kuwait war,
They brought him stolen, my love.
Oh! What a beautiful animal,
Born to be flying.

A guard from Sonoyta,
Smuggled him across,
Among clothes and old things,
Ah, what a horse's tale,
It seems like a fantasy,
But I can prove it to you, darling.

Miguel Angel in Caborca,
Everyone knows he's very rich,
He bought him against all risks,
For his son's whim,
10 thousand dollars he paid,
Even though he had no registration.

They call him The Commander,
Because he believes the battles,
The stables where he was born,
Were also bombed, sweetheart.
That's why he runs free,
From Caborca to Ensenada.

In Agua Prieta he won,
Against a purebred dark horse,
And to the flower fair,
They took him to Nogales,
There he was left without racing,
Because he had no rivals.

And once in Mexicali,
He raced with a palomino,
They brought it from Texas,
Two gringos were its owners,
600 thousand they bet,
Of the green ones, you see.

And to the Kentucky Derby,
That everyone dreams of reaching,
Running against the clock,
He made a great feat,
He left a frightful record,
That they haven't been able to break.

If they had known,
What they brought from over there,
They would never have sold him,
And he would still be theirs,
They've always had the good ones,
But this time they didn't.