Translated by A. Z. Foreman - Song of the Horseman (I) lyrics

Córdoba Afar and alone Pitchblack pony, risen moon. A sack of olives at my saddle. Though I know the roads I travel I shall never get to Córdoba. Through the meadow, through the wind, Pitchblack pony, crimson moon. I am in the sights of Doom That watches from the towers of Córdoba. Oh the road lies long before me! Oh for my courageous pony! Oh for Doom out waiting for me Long before I get to Córdoba. Córdoba Afar and alone