Canción del Jinete
Paco Ibañez
Song of the Rider
In the black moon of the bandits, the spurs sing
in the black moon of the bandits, the spurs sing
Oh! Black little horse
Where do you take your dead rider?
Where do you take your dead rider?
The hard spurs of the motionless bandit, who lost the reins
the hard spurs of the motionless bandit, who lost the reins
Oh! Cold little horse
What a perfume of knife flower
What a perfume of knife flower
In the black moon bled the side, of Sierra Morena
in the black moon bled the side, of Sierra Morena
Oh! Black little horse
Where do you take your dead rider?
Where do you take your dead rider?
In the black moon a scream and the horn, clear from the bonfire
in the black moon a scream and the horn, clear from the bonfire
Oh! Cold little horse
What a perfume of knife flower
What a perfume of knife flower
