Текст и перевод песни Miguel Aceves Mejía - El Cantador

El Cantador

Nació bajo de una higuera,
Su madre fue yegua fina,
La llamaban la catrina,
Yo le puse el cantador.
Fue un potrillo con más brío
Que otro caballo cualquiera
Y como yo lo hice mío
Resultó muy corredor.
Era lindo mi caballo,
Era mi amigo más fiel,
Ligerito, cómo el rayo,
Era de muy buena ley.
Cuando era de falsa rienda
Daba ventaja a su madre,
Muy pronto dejó a su padre,
Con dos cuerpos le ganó.
Era de pelo retinto,
Dosalbo y con un lucero,
Muy fachoso y mitotero
Y lindo de corazón.
Era lindo mi caballo,
Era mi amigo más fiel,
Ligerito como el rayo,
Era de muy buena ley.
Nació bajo de una higuera
Y en el potrero quedó
Que lástima que muriera
Mi compañero mejor.
Por eso cuando el sol muere
Y la luna va a salir,
Me voy hasta aquel potrero
Mis recuerdos a vivir.
Era lindo mi caballo,
Era mi amigo más fiel,
Ligerito como el rayo
Era de muy buena ley.

The Singer

He was born under a fig tree,
His mother was a fine mare,
They called her the catrina,
I called him the singer.
He was a colt with more spirit
Than any other horse
And as I made him mine
He turned out to be a great runner.
My horse was beautiful,
He was my most faithful friend,
As quick as lightning,
He was very fair.
When he was a false rein
He gave his mother an advantage,
He soon left his father behind,
He beat him by two lengths.
He was dark-haired,
Two-hoofed and with a star,
Very showy and gossipy
And beautiful at heart.
My horse was beautiful,
He was my most faithful friend,
As quick as lightning,
He was very fair.
He was born under a fig tree
And he stayed in the paddock
What a pity he died
My best companion.
That's why when the sun dies
And the moon is about to rise,
I go to that paddock
To live my memories.
My horse was beautiful,
He was my most faithful friend,
As quick as lightning
He was very fair.