Paroles et traduction Eliseo Robles - El Caballo Blanco

El Caballo Blanco

Éste es el corrido del caballo blanco
Que en un día domingo feliz arrancara.
Iba con la mira de llegar al Norte,
Habiendo salido de Guadalajara.

Su noble jinete le quito las riendas,
Le quito la silla y se fue a puro pelo.
Cruzó como rayo tierras nayaritas
Entre cerros verdes y lo azul del cielo.

A paso más lento llego hasta Escuinapa
Y por Culiacán ya se andaba quedando,
Cuentan que en Los Mochis ya se iba cayendo,
Que llevaba todo el hocico sangrando.

Pero lo miraron pasar por Sonora
Y el Valle del Yaqui le dio su ternura,
Dicen que cojeaba de la pata izquierda
Y a pesar de todo siguió su aventura.

Llego hasta Hermosillo, siguio pa' Caborca
Y por Mexicali sintió que moría.
Subió paso a paso por La Rumorosa,
Llegando a Tijuana con la luz del día.

Cumplida su hazaña, se fue a Rosarito
Y no quiso echarse hasta ver Ensenada.
Y éste fue el corrido del caballo blanco,
Que salio un domingo de Guadalajara

The White Horse

This is the ballad of the white horse
Who on a Sunday happily galloped away.
He was aiming to reach the North,
Having left Guadalajara.

His noble rider took off his reins,
Removed his saddle and went bareback.
He crossed the Nayarit lands like lightning
Amidst green hills and the blue sky.

At a slower pace he reached Escuinapa
And by Culiacán he was starting to tire.
They say that in Los Mochis he was about to fall,
That his muzzle was bleeding.

But he was seen passing through Sonora
And the Yaqui Valley gave him its tenderness.
They say he was limping on his left leg
But despite everything he continued his adventure.

He reached Hermosillo, continued to Caborca,
And by Mexicali he felt like dying.
He climbed La Rumorosa step by step,
Arriving in Tijuana with the light of day.

His mission accomplished, he went to Rosarito
And didn't want to lie down until he saw Ensenada.
And this was the ballad of the white horse,
Who left Guadalajara on a Sunday.