Vicente Fernandez — Le Pusieron 7 Leguas song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Le Pusieron 7 Leguas" by Vicente Fernandez.
Lyrics
Nacio y crecio pura sangre
Igual que su madre yegua
Como homenaje a su padre
Le pusieron «7 leguas»
Tenia lo noble por dentro
Y lo nervioso por fuera
Su dueño en una jugada
Tenia que pagar la apuesta
Cuando le ivan a echar bala
Lo entrego como respuesta
«aqui les doy mi potrillo
Que es todo lo que me resta»
Se lo llevaron al valle
Y empezaron a correrlo
Siempre ganaba de calle
Como daba gusto verlo
Sus amos muy ambiciosos
Como ganaron dinero
Va siendo el mundo tan chico
Un golpe jugo la vida
Quizo que aquel potro rico
Se quedara a la medida
Para la yegua, su madre
Que no habia sido vencida
Habia una deuda de orgullo
Y el amo dijo a su yegua
«aunque se que es hijo tuyo
No debes de darle tregua
Si no le ganas, te mueres
Y si le ganas, me vengas»
El potro sintio la sangre
Y al poco del partidero
Dejo ganar a su madre
Y se fue a un desfiladero
Sabia que podrian matarle
Pero el se mato primero
Esta es la historia señores
De una yegua y su potrillo
Ellos no entienden rencores
Ni quieren del oro el brillo
Pero si saben de amores
Entre una madre y un hijo
Lyrics translation
Born and raised thoroughbred
Like his mother mare
As a tribute to his father
They put " 7 leagues»
He had the noble inside
And how nervous on the outside
Its owner in a move
I had to pay the bet.
When you ivan to throw bullet
I deliver it in response
"here I give you my colt
Which is all I have left»
They took him to the Valley.
And they started running it
He was always on the street.
How nice to see you
Their very ambitious Masters
How they made money
It's going to be such a small world
One Hit Juice life
I wanted that rich colt
It will stay tailored
For the mare, her mother
That had not been defeated
There was a debt of pride
And the master said to his mare
"though I know he's your son
You mustn't give him a break.
If you don't beat him, you die.
And if you beat him, come to me»
The foal felt the blood
And a bit of the parter
I let his mother win
And went to a gorge
I knew they could kill him.
But he killed himself first.
This is the story gentlemen
Of a mare and her foal
They don't understand grudges
They don't even want gold to shine
But if they know of love
Between a mother and a child