Jinetes en el cielo [English translation]

In a dark night

Of terrible weather,

Cruising through the valley

Goes a cowboy on his horse.

Suddenly in the sky he saw

With radiant clarity

A herd of a thousand cows,

Ghosts in droves...

Arre-a-e, arre-a-o

The mournful cry...

The beasts' eyes

Were embers as they gazed,

The hooves of their legs

Sparkled as they walked...

Their tragic roars

Had something hellish about them

Their horns were black

With the glint of metal.

Arre-a-e, arre-a-o

The mournful cry...

Behind the horde

Riding incessantly,

Heavenly horsemen

Trying to catch up to them...

And then the cowboy

All alone heard a voice,

The voice of his conscience

Like a spell:

Arre-a-e, arre-a-o

The mournful cry...

If you want to save your soul

And know what peace is,

You must push away the evil

For your own good...

If not, you must have the strength

To always come from behind,

Hurrying the herd along

For an eternity...

Arre-a-e, arre-a-o

The mournful cry...

• Artist:Pedro Vargas