Al Galpe Por El Llano (Milonga)

I am a plain colt
Who doesn't know tricks
I only obey the idea
Where I stand
I don't ask for or give usury
And I was never broken in
My neck has only been touched
By the hands of the wind
And to my chest the argument
That distance has given it

On the world's even ground
We are all the same
And all of us
Will be asked for our skin
I don't ask for or give advice
Let everyone live their life
I lick my wounds
And frolic in the good times
Because there's no water in my veins
Nor a bit in my mouth

I weave the days
Swallowing sunrises
Hacking sunsets
And growing in guitar strums
I lead my life
In the corral of my chest
I follow the path straight
Driving the horizons
And where I dismount
I have my shadow as a roof

And so I will continue living
What's left of my life
With the pain of a wound
That grows in the blood
The song I pour out
Like a wild horse of ideas
Clearly shows wherever
Supported by my stance
I am a plain colt
Who doesn't know tricks