Cover La Muerte del Rucio Moro (The Death of the Rucio Moro) author Reynaldo Armas .

The Death of the Rucio Moro
Reynaldo Armas

Caramba ñero
My days are darkened
My joy took flight
When I least expected it
Sad morning
I felt the loss of a treasure
My dapple Moorish horse
Where I always used to ride

They found him in the paddock
In the paddock
With the back of his neck blown off
It seems that a lightning bolt
Gave him a twist of the bell

Who would have thought
That my little horse
Something bad was waiting for him
To take my life
Leaving my soul in mourning

I left at once
When I heard the news
Seeing the stable
A little lonely
I arrived at the place
Where my horse was, I saw
The impacts of lightning
In the middle of four palms

But on the bank of the river
With other beasts
The filly Zaina was walking
Turning and whinnying
Quite desperate

Poor my poor dapple horse
Kneeling
With her head stuck
When I went to close his eyes
Tears welled up in his eyes

The breeze passed by
Ddesensillando nostalgia
While a white heron
Watched in the glen
A carrao sang
On a bush tip
And a sad paraulata
The savannah fell silent

In the sands of the river
My Moorish roan
Left his paws scarred
When with his filly he went
To frolic on the beach

The rope of my love
Of my sweetheart
Appeared burst
By a few tugs
Of fate in its play

Farewell friend
It sprang from my heart
I felt great desolation
When I turned my back on him
A big hole
Where his body could fit
And on top of the little bit of earth
My hat with my hair in it

For the early morning dew
Dapple horse
Moisten my prayer
And the dawn of time
Give her early grace
May they bring serenade
The little birds
That come from the mountain
So that his black path
Turns into a feat

The afternoon fell
Framed in trees
How many moons how many suns
Presaged my nostalgia
Gone is the Goldfinch
That proclaimed my joy
Piece of my life
Little piece of my childhood

Cherub of my longings
Of my longings
Close to my distance
How much I would like to take away
From the mastranto its fragrance

To gird me in despair
Of that star
That flickers and breaks
The one that dies slowly
Molded to my hope

You are a dapple horse
You left the corral
Turned into a gale

You blew the gate e' tranca
You never thought
That death was stalking you
Guilty of your bad luck
That led you to the trap

Between canvases of memory
My horse
Inert remains your image
For your many friends
A spring of longing

Today your destiny is a bongo
Lost bongo
Of canalete and lever
Stranded and abandoned
In the confines of Arauca

Saddle and muzzle
They wonder with pain
Why the treacherous destiny
Would not change its abode
The fence
That supported him enough
Sad also commented
The sleeve is in mourning

From the bullring to the cap
A murmur can be heard
From among the cut words
And the girls hand out
In rain golden ribbons

With the summer evening
Up there in the bush
You hear the cicada sing
And the evening sun of nostalgia
The wind carries it on its wings

Fresh water
Is offering the jagüey
While over there in the caney
My campechana awaits me
Haughty cry
Of sovereign feeling
You are not going to die
As long as there are sheets

From an eastern corner
In Venezuela
Through the state of Monagas
To the impetuous Meta
In the Colombian lands

Up the Orinoco
The Apure river
Casanare and Vichada
To die of old age
In the Araucanian waves