Mi Caballo Negro - Antonio Aguilar traduction en anglais

Mi Caballo Negro

Aquí esta el corrido del Caballo Negro
Que habiendo ganado catorce carreras
Perdió en una apuesta que hiciera su dueño
Porque le faltaba el amor de su yegua

La yegua era blanca le decían la Espuma
Preciosa potranca sobre la llanura
Y al verla el caballo sintiendo quererla
Corrió tras la yegua como endemoniado

Su dueño en la apuesta se quedó arruinado
Llegaban las fiesta del 5 de mayo
Y fue por la yegua para contentarlo
Porque en las carreras pensaba jugarlo

Allá en Piedras Negras eran las carreras
Y nadie en las pruebas lograba aceptarlo
Entonces su dueño ya desesperado
Le dio hasta tronchado contra tres caballos

¡Ay! amigos, también entre los caballos hay, y mucho amor

Corrieron apuestas de mucho dinero
Ganó dos carreras el caballo Prieto
Pero en la tercera cuando iba perdiendo
Su dueño le puso en la meta a la yegua

Haciendo un esfuerzo ganó la tercera
Volviendo a su dueño lo que antes perdiera
Después tambaleando y agonizando
Juntito a la yegua se murió el caballo

La yegua acostada allá en el machero
Parece pintada durmiendo un potrillo
Por eso le hablaron a Victor Cordero
Que hiciera el corrido del Caballo Negro

My Black Horse

Here is the corrido of the Black Horse
Which, having won fourteen races
Lost in a bet that his owner made
Because he lacked the love of his mare

The mare was white they called her the Foam
Precious filly on the plains
And seeing her the horse feeling desire
Ran after the mare as if possessed

His owner in the bet was ruined
The festivities of May 5th were coming
And he went for the mare to make him happy
Because he planned to play her in the races

The races were in Piedras Negras
And no one in the trials could accept it
Then his owner, now desperate
Gave him away to be broken against three horses

My dear, there is also a great deal of love between horses

They ran bets for a lot of money
The black horse won two races
But in the third when he was losing
His owner put the mare at the finish line

Making an effort, he won the third
Returning to his owner what he had lost before
Then, staggering and dying
The horse died next to the mare

The mare lying there in the thicket
Looks like she's painted sleeping with a colt
That's why they called Victor Cordero
To compose the corrido of the Black Horse