| Originale | Traduzione inglese di A.W. Tüting da Ti Fa-kuan's First Home Page |
| CANCIÓN DEL JINETE | HORSEMAN’S SONG |
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| Córdoba. | Cordoba. |
| Lejana y sola. | So distant and lonely. |
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| Jaca negra, luna grande, | Black little horse, and big moon, |
| y aceitunas en mi alforja. | and in my saddlebag olives. |
| Aunque sepa los caminos | Though the ways are familiar, |
| yo nunca llegaré a Córdoba. | at Cordoba I will never arrive. |
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| Por el llano, por el viento, | Across the plain, through the wind, |
| jaca negra, luna roja. | black little horse, and red moon. |
| La muerte me está mirando | Death keeps staring at me, |
| desde las torres de Córdoba. | down from Cordoba's towers. |
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| ¡Ay qué camino tan largo! | Oh, how the way's dragging on! |
| ¡Ay mi jaca valerosa! | Oh, so patient my brave little horse! |
| ¡Ay que la muerte me espera, | Oh, that death waits for me, |
| antes de llegar a Córdoba! | before Cordoba will ever be reached! |
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| Córdoba. | Cordoba. |
| Lejana y sola. | So distant and lonely. |
