Paroles et traduction Vicente Fernández - El Cuatrero

El Cuatrero

A un cuaco de linda estampa
Le cambiaron de color
Ganó un montón de carreras
Corriendo el era un primor
Ganaba de todas todas
Era el rey de la región

Aquel cuatrero era el amo
Y el que lo enseño a ganar
Más el caballo era noble
Y a el también lo hizo cambiar
Y por amor a los niños
Los dos habrían de triunfar

Lindo mi cuaco mi prieto satanás
Vamos volando tu sabes donde esta
Ahora mi prieto no te quedes atrás
Y a tu pintada te tengo que comprar

Con una herida de muerte mi caballo se moría
Don Lázaro mala cara eso era lo que quería
Aquí te acabas prietito
Con mi buena puntería
Yo con el llanto en mis ojos de rodillas suplicante
Le dije no seas ingrato nada ganas con matarle
Si quieres te doy mi vida
Llévame a mi por delante

Mala cara al ver mis ojos
Nomás se quedo mirando
Yo creo que le llego al alma
Y ya no quiso matarlo
Y aquel caballo tan noble
Con el tiempo fue sanando
Y en mis praderas y montes
Conmigo anda relinchando
Don Lázaro mala cara termino por regalármelo

Lindo mi cuaco mi prieto satanás
Vamos volando tu sabes donde esta
Ahora mi prieto no te quedes atrás
Con la Mariana me tienes que llevar

The Horse Thief

A horse of beautiful figure,
They changed its color,
It won a lot of races,
Running, it was a marvel,
It won every single one,
It was the king of the region.

That horse thief was the master,
And the one who taught it to win,
But the horse was noble,
And it made him change too,
And for the love of the children,
They both would triumph.

My beautiful horse, my black Satan,
We're flying, you know where she is,
Now my black, don't fall behind,
And I have to buy your painted one for you, my love.

With a mortal wound, my horse was dying,
Don Lázaro, "Bad Face," that's what he wanted,
Here you end, little black one,
With my good aim,
I, with tears in my eyes, on my knees, pleading,
I told him, "Don't be ungrateful, you gain nothing by killing him,"
If you want, I'll give you my life,
Take me instead.

Bad Face, seeing my eyes,
Just stared,
I think it touched his soul,
And he didn't want to kill him anymore,
And that noble horse,
With time, healed,
And in my meadows and hills,
He neighs with me,
Don Lázaro, "Bad Face," ended up giving him to me.

My beautiful horse, my black Satan,
We're flying, you know where she is,
Now my black one, don't stay behind,
You have to take me to Mariana, my love.