Paroles et traduction Cholo Valderrama - El Caballo de Mi Silla

El Caballo de Mi Silla

Aaaaaaaay lalaylala,
Permiso pido señores, pa′ en este golpe traba'o
Dedicarle mis cantares, a alguien que me ha acompaña′o,
En alegrias y tristezas, que han quedado en el pasa'o,
Es el caballo de mi silla, en que yo solo he monta'o,
Su madre murio al parirlo, y el con tetero fue cria′o,
De color rucio canelo, de buena estampa y forma′o,
Pretencioso caminando, fachoso y escogota'o,
Cuando no tenia falseta, tumbaba toros colea′os
Y apartaba en los rodeos, como el caballo frenia'o
Por eso es que en vaquerías, mi caballo es repeta′o
Y se planta un toro bravo, despues de haberlo jala'o
Para la oreja tranquilo, y corre medio sesga′o
Pa que en la pala del estribo, yo lleve el bicho amarra'o
Como sabe que su dueño, es coplero enamora'o
Lo llevo pa′ los parrandos, donde hay joropo trama′o
Y al llegar al paradero, es fachoso y remilga'o
Parte la cola relincha, y camina encapota′o
Como si pisara espinas, suavecito en un trocha'o.
Aaaaaaaay lalaylala,
Voy a echarles un cuento, fue en el invierno pasa′o
Recuerdo que estaba el Pauto, monte a monte y desborda'o
Y habia mas de mil novillos, de pasar p′al otro lad'o
Con rumbo hacia el llano Arauca, y allí los tenian para'os
Me le acerque al caporal, porque no pasa el gana′o
Y este me dijo enseguida, ta muy hondo y emputa′o
No creo que haya un cabrestero, que quiera morir ahoga'o
Con las aguas de este río, le dije fui bautiza′o
Le quite la silla al potro, y en pelo me vi monta'o
Con mi chaparro en la mano, y mi leco acostumbra′o
Jila a jila gana'ito, por mi fue ya al otro la′o
Y el rucio amugo la oreja, y solto al nado alegra'o
De saber que en la madrina, el era el mas respeta'o
Después de pasarlos todos, se me acerco el encarga′o
Cuanto vale su caballo, yo se lo tengo compra′o
La respuesta que le dí, me dejó al hombre admira'o
Yo no vendo mi caballo, por dinero ni cambi′o
Lo quiero mas que a mi esposa y yo estoy recien casa'o
Y el rucio amugo la oreja, dando esto por confirma′o

My Saddle Horse

Oh, honey,
Excuse me Ladies and Gentlemen, for taking this moment
To dedicate my songs to someone who's always been there for me
In both good times and bad, and supported me all along.
It's my saddle horse, my constant companion.
His mother died giving birth to him, and he was raised on a bottle.
He's got a beautiful chestnut roan coat and a strong build,
Walks with pride and style, and is always ready to show off.
When he was younger, he could easily knock down bucking bulls.
And in the roundups, he could separate the cattle like no other.
That's why in rodeos, my horse is a legend,
And he can plant his feet and hold a bull even after it's been roped.
He's gentle and calm when it comes to the task at hand,
And runs with his head slightly turned, so I can keep the steer tied to my stirrup.
He knows his owner is a romantic troubadour,
So I take him to dances where there's good music and dancing.
And when we arrive, he's a sight to behold,
Flicks his tail, whinnies, and walks with a proud and graceful gait,
As if he were treading on thorns, so softly does he walk.
Oh, honey,
Let me tell you a story, from last winter
The Pauto River was swollen and overflowing.
And there were more than a thousand steers, waiting to be taken across
To the Arauca plains, where they were going to be sold.
I approached the foreman, because there was no way the herd could cross.
And he told me, "The river is too deep and strong,
I don't think there's a herdsman alive who'd risk drowning in that water."
"But I was baptized in this river's waters," I told him.
I took the saddle off my horse and mounted bareback,
With my whip in my hand and my lasso coiled around my waist.
Slowly but surely, I guided the herd across.
And my chestnut horse, his ears pricked forward, swam happily alongside,
Proud to be the lead horse of the herd.
After we had crossed, the foreman came up to me.
How much do you want for your horse? I'll buy it from you."
My answer surprised him:
"I won't sell my horse, not for any amount of money or trade.
I love him more than my wife, and I just got married!"
And my chestnut horse, his ears pricked forward, seemed to agree.