El Alazán

Like a ribbon of fire
Galloping, galloping
Mane tangled in flames
My chestnut, I'm calling you

I climb the mountain with the moon
Crossing the valleys in the snow
We've walked a hundred paths
My chestnut, I'm calling you

Dark knot of fog
I rope you by the cliff
How come you didn't see it?
What star were you searching for?

In the depths of the abyss
Not a voice to call it
All alone it went dying
My horse, my horse!

On the fork of a tree
There's a lonely saddlebag
There's a pen without whinnies
My chestnut, I'm calling you

If, as some say
There are heavens for a good horse
Then my ride will be out there
Galloping, galloping

Dark knot of fog
I rope you by the cliff
How come you didn't see it?
What star were you searching for?

All alone it went dying
My horse, my horse!