Donde Estará Mi Caballo

I called him the gift
He was dew and four white
And his blood was Charaqui
Dad had given it to me
One day on my birthday
Oh, what a happy day

Where will my horse be
For which I have cried so much
How could I lose it
Dad had given it to me
It was a sacred gift
And I had to sell it

The day my father died
I didn't know what to do
I had to bury him
And I didn't have what I needed
And as a passerby came by
I sold him my steed

As he left, he resisted
He neighed and looked at me
Crying, I handed him over
Take care of him, passerby
It was a gift from my father
That I will never forget

Where will my horse be
My father went with God
He had given it to me
And I was left alone
That's why I live crying
Alone in the world and without faith