Текст и перевод песни Ramón Ayala y Sus Bravos Del Norte - Carta en Blanco

Carta en Blanco

Este es el corrido del caballo blanco,
Que en un día domingo feliz arrancara,
Iba con la mira de llegar al norte,
Habiendo salido de Guadalajara,

Su noble jinete, le quito la rienda,
Le quito la silla y se fue a puro pelo,
Cruzo como rayo, tierras Nayaritas,
Entre cerros verdes, y lo azul del cielo,

A paso mas lento, llego hasta Esquinapa,
Y por Culiacán, ya se andaba quedando,
Cuentan que en los Mochis, ya se iba cayendo,
Que llevaba todo el hocico sangrando

Pero lo miraron pasar por Sonora,
Y el valle del Yaqui le dio su ternura,
Dicen que cojeaba, de la pata izquierda,
Y a pesar de todo, siguió su aventura,

Llego hasta Hermosillo, siguió p'a Camorca
Y por Mexicali sintió que moría,
Subió paso a paso, por la Rumorosa,
Llegando a Tijuana, con la luz del día,

Cumplida su hazaña, se fue a Rosarito,
Y no quiso echarse hasta ver Ensenada,
Y este fue el corrido del Caballo Blanco,
Que salio un domingo de Guadalajara

Carta en Blanco

This is the corrido of the white horse,
Who on a happy Sunday did start,
He was aiming to reach the north,
Having left Guadalajara,

His noble rider, took off his reins,
Took off his saddle and rode bareback,
He crossed like lightning, the lands of Nayarit,
Between green hills, and the blue sky,

At a slower pace, he reached Esquinapa,
And by Culiacán, he was starting to slow down,
They say that in Los Mochis, he was starting to fall,
That his muzzle was bleeding

But they saw him pass through Sonora,
And the Yaqui valley gave him its tenderness,
They say he limped, on his left leg,
And despite everything, he continued his adventure,

He reached Hermosillo, continued to Camorca
And by Mexicali he felt he was dying,
He went up step by step, through La Rumorosa,
Arriving in Tijuana, with the light of day,

His feat accomplished, he went to Rosarito,
And he didn't want to lie down until he saw Ensenada,
And this was the corrido of the White Horse,
Who left Guadalajara on a Sunday