Vicente Fernandez — El Arracadas song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "El Arracadas" by Vicente Fernandez.
Lyrics
Como la sombra de un fantasma por las noches
Cruzando montes, arrancos, y poblados
Va un hombre triste montado en su caballo
Su perro lo acompaa rastreando los sembrados
Todos se dicen por ahi viene el arracada
Lleva patillas, chamarra de vaquero
Tejana negra y pantalon de cuero, con mirada tranquila
Buscando algun cuatrero
Voy a cumplir un juramento que es sagrado
Cuando salio de su jacal, dijo a su madre
Voy a buscar aquel traidor que alla en la loma
Cobardemente y sin piedad mato a mi padre
Unos rumores de plegaria se escucharon
Cuando una madre por su hijo pide al cielo
Luego un caballo se aleja relinchando
Y alla por la barranca sus pasos se perdieron
Y aquel traidor aquien buscaba el arracada
Lo hallaron muerto colgado en un potrero
Mientras otro hombre sus perro y su caballo
Nunca jamas se han visto perdio su paradero
Alla en lo obscuro de un jacal se hoye un soyoso
Es de una madre que se encuentra abandonada
Le llora a un hombre que le escucha desde el cielo
Y a un hijo ausente del que no se sabe nada
Y aun hijo ausente del que no se sabe nada
Lyrics translation
Like the shadow of a ghost at night
Crossing hills, uproar, and villages
Going a sad man riding his horse
His dog accompanies him tracking the crops
They all say there comes the arracada
Wearing sideburns, cowboy jacket
Black Tejana and leather pants, with calm look
Looking for a foursome
I will fulfill an oath that is sacred
When he left his jacal, he said to his mother
I'm going to look for that traitor who went down the hill
Cowardly and mercilessly I kill my father
Some prayer rumors were heard
When a mother for her son asks heaven
Then a horse sniffs away
And down the ravine his steps were lost
And that traitor here was looking for the outcast
He was found dead hanging in a paddock.
While another man his dog and his horse
Never have they ever lost their whereabouts
Alla in the dark of a jacal is hoye a silky
It's from an abandoned mother.
She cries to a man who listens to her from heaven
And an absent son of whom nothing is known
And even an absent son of whom nothing is known