Paroles et traduction Amin Castellanos - La Potra Zaina

La Potra Zaina

Les contaré señores
La historia muy bonita
De linda potranquita
Con ojos soñadores,
Colita de caballo,
Andar casi trotero,
De crines muy hermosas,
Corría por los esteros.
Era una potra muy singular,
No conocía el amor,
No conocía corral,
No conocía bozal,
Solo quería vivir
Por el palmar.
Era la potra zaina
La flor de la llanura,
Caballos y potrones
Sufrían por su hermosura;
Paseando en las sabanas
En las noches de luna;
Coqueta se miraba
Su sombra en la laguna.
La potranca al fin se descuidó
Y un dia primaveral,
A orillas del palmar
En mi lazo cayó,
La zaina así perdió
Su libertad.
No quiere el freno morder,
Ni la montura llevar,
Riendas no quiere sentir
Ni que le pongan bozal
Y cuando está en el potrero
Se oye silbar al gavilán,
Se escucha a la potranquita
Triste llorar.
Esa potra la voy a domar,
La enseñare a querer,
Le enseñare a llevar
El freno y el bozal
Y luego le daré
Su libertad
No quiere el freno morder,
Ni la montura llevar,
Riendas no quiere sentir
Ni que le pongan bozal
Y cuando está en el potrero
Se oye silbar al gavilán,
Se escucha a la potranquita
Triste llorar.
Esa potra la voy a domar,
La enseñare a querer,
Le enseñare a llevar
El freno y el bozal
Y luego le daré
Su libertad

The Zaina Colt

I'll tell you, my lady,
A very pretty story
Of a pretty little filly
With dreamy eyes,
A horse's tail,
A nearly trotting gait,
With very beautiful manes,
She ran through the estuaries.
She was a very unique filly,
She didn't know love,
She didn't know a corral,
She didn't know a halter,
She just wanted to live
In the palm grove.
She was the zaina filly
The flower of the plains,
Horses and colts
Suffered for her beauty;
Strolling in the savannas
On moonlit nights;
She coquettishly admired
Her shadow in the lagoon.
The filly finally got careless
And one spring day,
On the banks of the palm grove
She fell into my lasso,
The zaina thus lost
Her freedom.
She doesn't want to bite the bridle,
Nor to wear the saddle,
She doesn't want to feel the reins
Nor to have a halter put on her
And when she's in the pasture
You can hear the hawk whistle,
You can hear the little filly
Cry sadly.
I'm going to tame that filly,
I'll teach her to love,
I'll teach her to wear
The bridle and the halter
And then I'll give her
Her freedom
She doesn't want to bite the bridle,
Nor to wear the saddle,
She doesn't want to feel the reins
Nor to have a halter put on her
And when she's in the pasture
You can hear the hawk whistle,
You can hear the little filly
Cry sadly.
I'm going to tame that filly,
I'll teach her to love,
I'll teach her to wear
The bridle and the halter
And then I'll give her
Her freedom