Joan Sebastian — El Piquin song lyrics and translation

The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "El Piquin" by Joan Sebastian.

Lyrics

Cuando murió mi caballo
Fue el mas triste ocho de abril
El dia me mi cumpleaños
Lo mató un cólico bil
Era un moro chaparrito
Compañero del honor
Con el perdón de mi cuadra
Pa´ bailar no había mejor
No me toquen esa pieza hoy no la quiero cantar
Esa bailaba mi cuaco
Y hoy a mi me haría llorar
Si hay caballos en el cielo
Allá ha de andar el piquin
Ojala y Don Cruz le toque un buen son
Un son sin fin
Él arrancaba los gritos
Y el aplauso natural
Mi público murmuraba
Que chulada de animal
Adiós moro chaparrito
Si te faltaba volar
Aquí ganaste tus alas
Alla te las van a dar
Si hay caballos en el cielo
Y ahora te ha de traer
Pastoreando un buen rebaño
El árcangel San Miguel

Lyrics translation

When my horse died
It was the saddest April eight
The day me my birthday
It killed a bil colic
He was a Moor chaparrito
Companion of honor
With the forgiveness of my block
Pa dancing there was no better
Don't touch that piece today I don't want to sing it
That was my cuaco dance.
And today it would make me cry
If there are horses in the sky
That's where the picnic must go
I hope you and don Cruz touch you a good son
An endless sound
He tore the screams out
And the natural applause
My audience was murmuring
What an animal crap
Goodbye moro chaparrito
If you missed flying
Here you earned your wings
That's where they'll give it to you.
If there are horses in the sky
And now he has to bring you
Grazing a good flock
The Archangel San Miguel