El Corralero

The corralero is sick
There in the paddock
As old as he is
We must help him to die
So he doesn't suffer anymore
You were always the most accurate
And that's why you must alleviate his pain

How do they expect me
Who raised him from a foal
To stab a knife in his chest
Because the boss ordered it

Just let him graze
Don't reject my advice
I will bury him
When he dies of old age

Next to the stream in the lowlands
I found him exhausted
Almost at his last breath
I approached very slowly
And tried to explain to him
But seeing him resigned
My hand trembled
And I started to cry

How do they expect me
Who raised him from a foal
To stab a knife in his chest
Because the boss ordered it

Just let him graze
Don't reject my advice
I will bury him
When he dies of old age