The horse is so sick
And there in the pasture is so old
We must help him to die
For him to not suffer anymore
You always were the most accurate
And that's why you must relieve his pain
How do you pretend that I
Who cared for him since foal
Nail a knife in his chest
Because the boss ordered it?
Let him graze alone
Don't reject my advice
I will bury him
When he dies as old
Near the estuary below
I found him laying almost dying
I came slowly to him
And wanted to explain him
But by seeing him resigned
My hand trembled and I started crying