The Lost Charro

[Verse 1]

Godmother, when I die

Make of my clay a jar

And when you are thirsty, drink from it

And if you feel a shadow

A shadow touching your lips

It's the kisses of your charro

[Verse 2]

Pull the leather strip from your hair

And your black tresses fall upon

The dark skin of your shoulders

Your dress embroidered with gold

Moved like a choir of young girls

Scarcely touching the ground

[Chorus]

My rope winds as the smoke rises

Burning the horn of my saddle

My rope winds as the evening sun sets

And we bring in the cattle

[Verse 3]

The traditions of the charro

Are the same еternally

No matter how much the horsе changes

No matter how much the horseman may want

Cola is always the cola

The terna, the terna, pial, pial

[Chorus]

My rope winds as the smoke rises

Burning the horn of my saddle

My rope winds as the evening sun sets

And we bring in the cattle

[Verse 4]

For two seasons, I've picked the lettuce in Salinas

The prunes in Santa Clara

The oranges from the Ontario trees

I've traded in my leather

For the denim of my campesinos

Godmother, I'll return home soon, you'll see

And tonight in my dreams

[Chorus]

My rope winds as smoke rises

Burning the horn of my saddle

My rope winds as the evening sun sets

And we bring in the cattle

[Verse 1]

Godmother, when I die

Make of my clay a jar

And when you are thirsty, drink from it

[Outro]

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