El Muchacho Y El Potro - Luis Y Julian перевод на английский

El Muchacho Y El Potro

Un estruendo terrible formaron
Al llegar al humilde lugar
Las espuelas de acero, chirriaron
Ni los perros quisieron ladrar

La culata del rifle estrellaron,
En la puerta del triste jacal,
De un muchacho se perfila el rostro
Al abrir la puerta del jacal

Lo que tengo nomás es mi potro,
Pero no se lo pueden llevar,
Ni tampoco lo cambio por otro,
Solo muerto me lo han de quitar

A empeñones lo sacan al patio,
Con la luna se mira brillar,
El pelaje del noble caballo,
Que la turba se viene a llevar
Se revuelve y se para de manos,
Viendo a su amo que van a colgar,

Por la rama más alta de un fresno,
Una soga lograron pasar,
El muchacho se mira sereno
Ni la muerte lo puede asustar
Solamente un milagro supremo,
O su potro lo pueden salvar

Un silbido se escucha de pronto,
Y el relincho del fiero animal,
Convertido en el mero demonio,
Se echa encima y empieza a patear
El muchacho saltando a su lomo
En sus barbas los pudo burlar

Se incorpora a la gente de Villa,
Su valor se comienza a notar
Cada instante se juega la vida
No se cansa de tanto buscar
A los hombres que por pura envidia
Lo quisieron de un árbol colgar.

The Boy and the Stallion

A terrible rumble they formed, my love,
Upon arriving at the humble place.
The steel spurs, they shrieked and grated,
Not even the dogs would dare to bark.

The rifle butt they slammed, dear,
Against the door of the sad shack,
A boy's face is outlined, sweetheart,
As he opens the shack's door.

All I have is my stallion, my darling,
But you can't take him away,
Nor will I trade him for another, my love,
Only dead will they take him from me.

They drag him out to the patio, my sweet,
With the moon, his coat shines bright,
The coat of the noble horse, my dear,
That the mob has come to take away.
He rears and stands on his hands, my love,
Seeing his master about to be hanged.

Through the highest branch of an ash tree, sweetheart,
They managed to pass a rope,
The boy looks serene, my dear,
Not even death can frighten him.
Only a supreme miracle, my love,
Or his stallion can save him.

A whistle is suddenly heard, my sweet,
And the neigh of the fierce animal,
Turned into a true demon, darling,
He charges and starts kicking.
The boy, leaping onto his back, my love,
Right under their noses, he escaped them.

He joins Villa's men, sweetheart,
His courage begins to be noticed.
Every moment he risks his life, my dear,
He never tires of searching
For the men who, out of pure envy, my love,
Tried to hang him from a tree.