Текст и перевод песни El Gran Combo - Potro Amarrao

Potro Amarrao

Ese caballo no puede ir muy lejos
Porque lo tienen de un palo amarra'o
No tiene cuerda pa' irse pa'l otro la'o
Y donde vive del buen pasto ya no queda

Eso le pasa a un amigo que yo tengo
Que lo tienen en su casa domina'o
Y si quiere aventurar pa'l otro cerco
Se da cuenta que es un potro acorrala'o

No cabalga ni relincha en la llanura
Su paso fino es exclusivo de un lugar
Y poco a poco envejecido de amargura
Porque ha perdido sin querer la libertad

Tan buen caballo, tan buen amigo
Yo soy testigo, de su tristeza
Es que el egoísmo, lleva al abismo
No hay equilibrio, ya no hay firmeza

Y, ya no se escucha su patá, patá, patá
Ya no se escuchá su patatatatá
Y, ya no se escucha su patá, patá, patá
Ya no se escuchá su patatatatá

Ya no se escucha su patá, patá, patá
Ya no se escuchá su patatatatá

Ya no se escucha, ya no se escucha su paso bonito
Ya no se escucha trotar.

No tiene estribo, no le dan brida
Y ya no trota, por los caminos.

Es que su paso está restringido
Solo adentro del corral.

Caballo viejo se vende lejos, pero éste
No conoce ese refrán.

(Ya no se escucha el patapa, patapa)
Patapatapá!

Ese es un potro amarra'o

A él le pasa como a mi amigo que lo tienen domina'o

Y ya no corre ni galopa, está doma'o

Tiene la gringola puesta, no puede mirar pa'l la'o

Eh, y no camina y no...
Eh, y no camina y no...
Eh, y no camina y no...
Está chava'o

¡Si le dan la libertad no se mueve del cerca'o!

Tethered Colt

This horse can't go very far
Because he's tied to a stake
He has no rope to go to the other side
And where he lives, there's no more good grass

That's what happens to a friend of mine
Who's dominated in his house
And if he wants to venture to the other fence
He realizes he's a corralled colt

He doesn't ride or neigh in the plains
His graceful gait is exclusive to one place
And little by little, embittered by old age
Because he's unintentionally lost his freedom

Such a good horse, such a good friend
I am a witness to his sadness
For selfishness leads to the abyss
There's no equilibrium, there's no more firmness

And, his hoofbeats are no longer heard, clip-clop, clip-clop, clip-clop
His clip-cloppity-clop is no longer heard
And, his hoofbeats are no longer heard, clip-clop, clip-clop, clip-clop
His clip-cloppity-clop is no longer heard

His hoofbeats are no longer heard, clip-clop, clip-clop, clip-clop
His clip-cloppity-clop is no longer heard

His beautiful stride is no longer heard
He's no longer heard trotting.

He has no stirrups, they don't give him a bridle
And he no longer trots on the paths.

For his stride is restricted
Only inside the corral.

Old horses are sold far away, but this one
Doesn't know that saying.

(The clip-clop, clip-clop is no longer heard)
Clip-cloppity-clop!

He's a tethered colt

He's like my friend who's dominated

And doesn't run or gallop anymore, he's tamed

His blinders are on, he can't look sideways

Hmm, and he doesn't walk and...
Hmm, and he doesn't walk and...
And he doesn't walk and...
He's hobbled

If they give him his freedom, he won't move from the enclosure!