El Hijo Desobediente
Antonio Aguilar
The Disobedient Son
One Sunday, while shoeing
Two young men met up
Getting their hands on their weapons
Like they wanted to fight
As they were fighting
Their father of one showed up
Son of my heart
Stop fighting with anyone
Get out of here, Dad
I’m angrier than a lion
Don’t make me draw my sword
I’ll pierce your heart
Son of my heart
For what you just said
Before the sun rises
They’ll take your life away
What I ask of my father
Is not to bury me in sacred ground
Bury me in rough land
Where the cattle can trample me
With a hand sticking out
And a gilded paper
With a sign that says
Felipe was unfortunate
The chestnut horse
Was born a year ago
I leave it to my father
For the care he gave me
Of the three horses I have
I leave them to the poor
So they can at least say
Felipe, God forgive you
They brought down the black bull
That they had never brought down
But now it’s finally down
Mixed in with the cattle
With this, I say goodbye
With the star of the east
This can happen
To the disobedient son
