Текст и перевод песни Vicente Fernández - Le Pusieron 7 Leguas

Le Pusieron 7 Leguas

Nació y creció purasangre, igual que su madre yegua
Como homenaje a su padre le pusieron Siete Leguas
Tenía lo noble por dentro, y lo nervioso por fuera
Su dueño en una jugada tenía que pagar la apuesta
Antes que le echaran bala lo entregó como respuesta
"Aquí les doy mi potrillo, que es todo lo que me resta"
Se lo llevaron al valle y empezaron a correrlo
Siempre ganaba de calle, cómo daba gusto verlo
Sus amos muy ambiciosos, cómo ganaron dinero
Mas siendo el mundo tan chico, un golpe jugó la vida
Quizo que aquel potro rico le quedara a la medida
Para la yegua, su madre, que no había sido vencida
HabÍa una deuda de orgullo y el amo dijo a su yegua
"Aunque sé que es hijo tuyo, no debes de darle tregua"
"Si no le ganas, te mueres, y si le ganas, me vengas"
El potro sintió la sangre, y al poco del partidero
Dejó ganar a su madre y se fue a un desfiladero
Sabía que podrían matarle, pero él se mató primero
Ésta es la historia, señores, de una yegua y su potrillo
Ellos no entienden rencores, ni quieren del oro el brillo
Pero sí saben de amores, entre una madre y un hijo

They Called Him 7 Leagues

He was sired and raised a thoroughbred, just like his dam
As a tribute to his sire, they named him Seven Leagues
He had that generous nobility on the inside, and that nervous energy on the outside
His owner had to pay a wager in a game
Before they could shoot him, he handed him over as his response
"Here's my colt for you. He's all that's left to me."
They took him to the valley, and started racing him
He always won by a mile. It was such a pleasure to watch him
His owners were so ambitious. How they made their money
But being in such a small world, luck can turn on a dime
He wanted to keep that rich colt for himself
For the mare, his dam, who had never been defeated
There was a debt of pride. And the owner said to his mare
"Even though I know he's your son, you mustn't let him win."
"If you don't beat him, you die. If you beat him, you get your revenge for me."
The colt knew in his blood, and just after the starting gate
He let his dam win and went to stand in a ravine
He knew they could kill him, but he killed himself first
This is a tale for you, my love, of a mare and her foal
They don't understand grudges, or wanting gold
But they do know about love, between a mother and a son