Caballo Prieto Azabache

Black buckskin horse
How to forget that I owe you my life
When the loyal forces of Pancho Villa were going to shoot me
On a cloudy night
An advance guard surprised me
And after being disarmed
I was sentenced to the firing squad

When I was in the chapel
Villa told his assistant
Take away that horse
For being polite and obedient
I knew I couldn't escape and
I only thought about salvation
And you, my black buckskin
You were also thinking the same as me

I remember they told me
Make a wish before being executed
I want to be shot
On my black buckskin horse
And when they mounted me on you
And prepared the execution
You waited for my command and
You charged at the firing squad

With three Mauser shots
You ran, buckskin
Saving my life
What you did for me
My horse friend, I won't forget
I couldn't save yours and the bitterness
Makes me cry
That's why, black buckskin
I will never forget you