El Amigo

At a trot he arrived at the houses
After the sun had set
Just like a wet leather
His heart felt heavy

Under the shade of the patio
Slowly he unsaddled
On the path to the watering hole
His horse got lost

Like from afar the wind
Carried a rumor
Of pastures and tree-lined avenues
Mysteries of prayer

Under the moonlight lantern
He took out tobacco and rolled
Just like a wet leather
His heart felt heavy

His friend had died
A horse had crushed him
Matters that always happen
In those lands of God

For stories and lies
The wake is an occasion
But the one who truly feels
Has no words

Bitterly lonely
He spent the whole night
Then he accompanied his friend
On his final journey

And then always silent
He went back to his ranch
And no one cares at all
About what went through his soul

Only when the moon was leaving
He reached his ranch
The things he pondered
Maybe only God knows

Just like a wet leather
His heart felt heavy