El Cautivo de Til-til
Por unas pupilas claras
Que entre muchos sables
Viera relucir
Y esa risa que escondía
No sé qué secretos
Y si era para mí
Cuando altiro se marchó
Entre gritos de alguacil
Me nublo un presentimiento
Al verlo partir
Dicen que es Manuel Rodríguez
Y que se lo llevan
Camino a til-til
Que el gobernador no quiere
Ver por la cañada
Su porte gentil
Dicen que en la guerra fue
El mejor y en la ciudad
Lo llaman el guerrillero
De la libertad
Solo sé que ausente va
Que lo llevan los soldados
Que amarrado a la montura
La tropa lo aleja de su general
Solo sé que el viento va
Jugueteando en sus cabellos
Y que el Sol brilla en sus ojos
Cuando le conducen
Camino a til-til
Dicen que era como un rayo
Cuando galopaba
Sobre su corcel
Y que al paso del jinete
Todos murmuraban
Su nombre Manuel
Yo no sé si volveré
A verlo libre y gentil
Solo sé que sonreía
Camino a til-til
The Captive of Til-Til
For a pair of bright eyes
That shone among many swords
I saw them gleam
And that laughter she hid
I don’t know what secrets
And if it was for me
When he left in a hurry
Amid shouts of the sheriff
A feeling clouded my mind
Seeing him depart
They say it’s Manuel Rodríguez
And they’re taking him
On the way to Til-Til
That the governor doesn’t want
To see through the ravine
His gentle demeanor
They say in the war he was
The best, and in the city
They call him the guerrilla
Of freedom
All I know is he’s going away
That the soldiers are taking him
Tied to the saddle
The troops are pulling him away from his general
All I know is the wind is
Playing with his hair
And that the sun shines in his eyes
As they lead him
On the way to Til-Til
They say he was like a lightning bolt
When he galloped
On his steed
And that at the rider’s pace
Everyone whispered
His name, Manuel
I don’t know if I’ll return
To see him free and kind
All I know is he smiled
On the way to Til-Til