Mi Caballo

My horse and my woman
I lost them at the same time
I don't cry for my woman
But I cry for my horse
That horse carried me
One woman, another woman
Go on, lying woman
You say you're going to kill me

If you kill me with your knife
You'll make one hole
If you kill me with your scissors
You'll make two holes
But worse, you'll screw yourself
On the edges of a man
A river was sitting
Sharpening his horse
To kill with his knife

Runa papata challanpi
Ayulla aquilla rallacacas
You sharpen the horse's hoof
You kill with the knife