Paroles et traduction Miguel Aceves Mejía - Al Trote de Mi Caballo

Al Trote de Mi Caballo

Toro, toro, toro, toro
Ay, la-la-la-la-la-ay

El camino va corriendo
Caprichoso y polvoriento
El camino va surgiendo
Entre flores, sol y viento

Contento voy arreando
Voy arreando mi ganado
Y contento voy cantando
Mientras que llego al vallado

Mientras que llego al vallado
Pero cambian mis canciones
Con las curvas del camino
Al cantar mis emociones
Se levanta un remolino

Y mi canto se eterniza
Entre la espesura bruna
La arboleda se barniza
Con los rayos de la luna

Oh-ju
Oh-ju
Ay, la-la-la-la-la-ay
Toro, toro, toro

Y los toros van mugiendo
Al adivinar su suerte
Como si fueran sufriendo
Presintiendo ya su muerte

Con el ritmo acompasado
Del portar de mi caballo
Mi falsete prolongado
Asemejase a un desmayo
Asemejase a un desmayo

Pero cambian mis canciones
Con las curvas del camino
Al cantar mis emociones
Se levanta un remolino

Y mi canto se eterniza
Entre la espesura bruna
La arboleda se barniza
Con los rayos
De la luna

At the Trot of My Horse

Bull, bull, bull, bull
Oh, la-la-la-la-la-oh

The road runs on, my love,
Whimsical and dusty, so fine.
The road keeps emerging, divine,
Among flowers, sun, and wind, so kind.

Happy I go, herding my own,
Herding my cattle, all alone,
And happy I go, singing my tone,
While I reach the fence, I've known.

While I reach the fence, it's true,
But my songs they change their hue,
With the curves of the road, anew,
As I sing my emotions for you,
A whirlwind rises, it's true.

And my song eternalizes, my dear,
Among the brown thicket, so near,
The grove is varnished, I swear,
With the rays of the moon, so fair.

Oh-ju
Oh-ju
Oh, la-la-la-la-la-oh
Bull, bull, bull

And the bulls are mooing low,
As they guess their fate, you know,
As if they were suffering so,
Sensing their death, soft and slow.

With the rhythmic, measured pace,
Of my horse's steady grace,
My prolonged falsetto's trace,
Resembles a faint, in this place,
Resembles a faint, with no trace.

But my songs they change their hue,
With the curves of the road, anew,
As I sing my emotions for you,
A whirlwind rises, it's true.

And my song eternalizes, my sweet,
Among the brown thicket, complete,
The grove is varnished, I greet,
With the rays
Of the moon, so neat.