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  • On my black horse
    I've come from very far,
    I carry a gun on my belt
    And with it I give advice.
    I crossed the mountain
    To come and see the flowers.
    There's no hill too steep for me,
    No old nag can slow my pace.
    Even if another wants to pick her
    It is I who saw her first
    And I swear I have to steal her
    Even if she has a gardener.
    I have to see her transplanted
    To the garden of my house.
    And if the gardener shows up
    We'll see what happens.
    Me gusta cantarle al viento
    Porque vuelan mis cantares
    Y digo lo que yo siento
    Por toditos los lugares.
    Aquí vine porque vine
    A la feria de las flores.
    Aquí hay una rosa huraña
    Que es la flor de mis amores.
    En mi caballo retinto
    He venido de muy lejos
    Y traigo pistola al cinto
    Y con ella doy consejos.
    Atravesé la montaña
    Pa' venir a ver las flores.
    No hay cerro que se me empine
    Ni cuaco que se me atore.
    Aunque otro quiera cortarla
    Yo la divisé primero
    Y juro que he de robarla
    Aunque tenga jardinero.
    Yo la he de ver trasplantada
    En el huerto de mi casa.
    Y si sale el jardinero
    Pues a ver, a ver que pasa.
    I like to sing to the winds
    Because my songs take flight
    And so I say what I feel
    To every little place.
    I came here because I came
    For the flower fair.
    Here there is a wild flower
    That is the flower of my love.
  • On my black horse
    I've come from very far,
    I carry a gun on my belt
    And with it I give advice.
    I crossed the mountain
    To come and see the flowers.
    There's no hill too steep for me,
    No old nag can slow my pace.
    Even if another wants to pick her
    It is I who saw her first
    And I swear I have to steal her
    Even if she has a gardener.
    I have to see her transplanted
    To the garden of my house.
    And if the gardener shows up
    We'll see what happens.
    Me gusta cantarle al viento
    Porque vuelan mis cantares
    Y digo lo que yo siento
    Por toditos los lugares.
    Aquí vine porque vine
    A la feria de las flores.
    Aquí hay una rosa huraña
    Que es la flor de mis amores.
    En mi caballo retinto
    He venido de muy lejos
    Y traigo pistola al cinto
    Y con ella doy consejos.
    Atravesé la montaña
    Pa' venir a ver las flores.
    No hay cerro que se me empine
    Ni cuaco que se me atore.
    Aunque otro quiera cortarla
    Yo la divisé primero
    Y juro que he de robarla
    Aunque tenga jardinero.
    Yo la he de ver trasplantada
    En el huerto de mi casa.
    Y si sale el jardinero
    Pues a ver, a ver que pasa.
    I like to sing to the winds
    Because my songs take flight
    And so I say what I feel
    To every little place.
    I came here because I came
    For the flower fair.
    Here there is a wild flower
    That is the flower of my love.