Below is the lyrics of the song El Piquin , artist - Joan Sebastian with translation
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Joan Sebastian
Cuando murió mi caballo
Fue el mas triste ocho de abril
El dia me mi cumpleaños
Lo mató un cólico bil
Era un moro chaparrito
Compañero del honor
Con el perdón de mi cuadra
Pa´ bailar no había mejor
No me toquen esa pieza hoy no la quiero cantar
Esa bailaba mi cuaco
Y hoy a mi me haría llorar
Si hay caballos en el cielo
Allá ha de andar el piquin
Ojala y Don Cruz le toque un buen son
Un son sin fin
Él arrancaba los gritos
Y el aplauso natural
Mi público murmuraba
Que chulada de animal
Adiós moro chaparrito
Si te faltaba volar
Aquí ganaste tus alas
Alla te las van a dar
Si hay caballos en el cielo
Y ahora te ha de traer
Pastoreando un buen rebaño
El árcangel San Miguel
when my horse died
It was the saddest eighth of April
On my birthday
A colic killed him
He was a short Moor
mate of honor
With the forgiveness of my block
To dance there was no better
Don't play that piece for me today I don't want to sing it
That danced my cuaco
And today it would make me cry
If there are horses in heaven
The piquin has to go there
Hopefully Don Cruz will play a good son
an endless sound
He started screaming
And the natural applause
My audience murmured
what a cool animal
Goodbye shorty Moor
If you needed to fly
Here you earned your wings
There they will give them to you
If there are horses in heaven
And now she has to bring you
Herding a good flock
Archangel Saint Michael
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