El Cantador - ANTONIO AGUILAR

Nació bajo de una higuera

Su madre fue yegua fina

Le llamaban La Catrina

A el potrillo «El Cantador.»

Era un potro con más brío

Que otro caballo cualquiera

Y como yo lo hice mío

Resultó muy corredor

Era lindo mi caballo

Era mi amigo más fiél

Ligerito como 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

Rosalbo como un lucero

Muy fachoso mitotero

Y lindo de corazón

Era lindo mi caballo…

Nació bajo una higuera

Y en el potrero quedó

Qué lástima que muriera

Mi compañero mejor

Por éso cuando el sol muere

Y la luna va a salir

Me voy hasta aquél potrero

Mis recuerdos a vivir

Era lindo mi caballo…

He was born under a fig tree

His mother was a fine mare

They called her La Catrina

To the colt “El Cantador.”

He was a colt with more verve

than any other horse

And how I made it mine

He turned out to be a very runner

He was cute my horse

He was my most faithful friend

light as lightning

He was of very good law

When he was of false rein

He gave advantage to his mother

Very soon he left his father

With two bodies he won

He was dark-haired

Rosalbo as a star

very fachoso mitotero

and cute at heart

My horse was cute...

He was born under a fig tree

And in the paddock it remained

what a pity that he died

my best partner

That's why when the sun dies

And the moon is going to rise

I'm going to that paddock

my memories to live

My horse was cute...