Don Marcos - Joan Sebastian

De caballos y valientes

Se han trobado mil corridos

Pero este es muy diferente

Afinen bien sus sentidos

No es de una traicion de amores

Ni es una historia de narcos

Es la historia de un ranchero

El corrido de Don Marcos

Amansador de potrancas

Enamorado deveras

Se brinco todas las tranca

Para el nunca hubo fronteras

«el ilegal», «viejo joven»

Sus canciones verdaderas

Nacio el dieciocho de Junio

Y murio el ocho de Agosto

Su gusto por los caballos

Le cobro el mas alto costo

Si canto no es porque pueda

Si lloro no es por cobarde

En mi alma hay toque de queda

Le estoy cantando a mi padre

Amansador de potrancas

Enamorado deveras

Se brinco todas las tranca

Para el nunca hubo fronteras

Ay!

Ilegal, viejo joven

Si que dolio que te fueras

No te hice cruz de madera

Ni te hice cruz de cemento

Solo te hice este corrido

Y en mi alma tu monumento

Of horses and brave

A thousand corridos have been found

But this one is very different

Sharpen your senses

It is not a betrayal of love

Nor is it a story of drug traffickers

It is the story of a rancher

The corrido of Don Marcos

Filly tamer

really in love

He jumped all the bars

For him there were never borders

"the illegal one", "old young man"

their true songs

Born on the eighteenth of June

And he died on the eighth of August

His taste for horses

I charge the highest cost

If I sing it is not because I can

If I cry it's not because I'm a coward

In my soul there is a curfew

I'm singing to my father

Filly tamer

really in love

He jumped all the bars

For him there were never borders

Oh!

illegal old young

Yes, it hurt that you left

I did not make you a wooden cross

I didn't even make you a cement cross

I only made you this corrido

And in my soul your monument