Paroles et traduction Carlos y José - El Muchacho y el Potro

El Muchacho y el Potro

Un estruendo terrible formaron
Al llegar al humilde lugar
Las espuelas de acero, chirriaron
Ni los perros quisieron ladrar
La culata del rifle estrellaron,
En la puerta del triste jacal,

De un muchacho se perfila el rostro
Al abrir la puerta del jacal
Lo que tengo nomás es mi potro,
Pero no se lo pueden llevar,
Ni tampoco lo cambio por otro,
Solo muerto me lo han de quitar

A empeñones lo sacan al patio,
Con la luna se mira brillar,
El pelaje del noble caballo,
Que la turba se viene a llevar
Se revuelve y se para de manos,
Viendo a su amo que van a colgar,

Por la rama más alta de un fresno,
Una soga lograron pasar,
El muchacho se mira sereno
Ni la muerte lo puede asustar
Solamente un milagro supremo,
O su potro lo puede salvar

Un silbido se escucha de pronto,
Y el relincho del fiero animal,
Convertido en el mero demonio,
Se echa encima y empieza a patear
Y el muchacho saltando a su lomo
En sus barbas los pudo burlar

Se incorpora a la gente de Villa,
Su valor se comienza a notar
Cada instante se juega la vida
No se cansa de tanto buscar
A los hombres que por pura envidia
Lo quisieron de un árbol colgar

The Boy and the Stallion

A terrible roar was heard
Upon reaching the humble abode
The steel spurs jingled
Not even the dogs dared to bark
The rifle butt was smashed,
On the door of the sad shack,

The face of a boy was seen
As he opened the door of the hut
What I have is only my stallion,
But you can't take it away from me,
Nor will I exchange it for another,
You will only take it from me when I am dead

With force, they drag him out to the yard,
With the moon above, it shines,
The coat of the noble horse,
Which the mob is taking
It turns and rears on its hind legs,
Seeing its master, who they are going to hang

On the highest branch of an ash tree,
They managed to pass a rope,
The boy watched calmly
Not even death can frighten him
Only a supreme miracle,
Or his stallion can save him

A whistle is suddenly heard,
And the neigh of the fierce beast,
Transformed into the devil himself,
It charges and begins to kick
And the boy, jumping onto its back
Was able to get away from them right under their noses

The people of the town rise up,
His courage begins to be noticed
Every moment he risks his life
He does not tire of searching so much
For the men who, out of pure envy
Wanted to hang him from a tree