Todos los caballos blancos

I'm walking and feel the sun
of the afternoon on my back
and on my forehead I feel the sun
of the morning.

All the white horses
all the white horses
and the field
and the field and the field.

I'm going down paths
that cross the gentle lands
it's good to forget a little
about the people who steal and kill us.

All the white horses
all the white horses
and the field
and the field and the field.