El jinete [English translation]

Over the faraway mountains,

That’s where a horseman is riding.

He’s all alone in this world,

Till his death his time he’s biding.

His hurting soul’s beyond mending,

His wound is raw and uncovered.

He wants his life to be ending

So he’s back with his beloved.

His love for her was unending,

And for her loss he is crying;

That’s why his hurt’s beyond mending,

That’s why he’s waiting for dying.

That’s why his hurt’s beyond mending,

That’s why he’s waiting for dying.

With his guitar he is weeping,

Singing of hurt and of pining,

Spending all night without sleeping

While the stars above are shining.

Then, though the night is quite lovely,

Into the night he goes straying,

And to take him to be with her

He asks God as he’s praying.

His love for her was unending,

And for her loss he is crying;

That’s why his hurt’s beyond mending,

That’s why he’s waiting for dying.

That’s why his hurt’s beyond mending,

That’s why he’s waiting for dying.

• Artist:Plácido Domingo