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This day my gun
It will surely be stained with blood
This day I would avenge my father
And that cry that my mother cried
This day others cry
Today it is their turn dressing in mourning
So that they can see what it feels like
When a deceased person is held at home
I cried as a child
When I saw my father murdered
And also Why they killed
The joy that my mother had
(And there is an old man
Don't worry, listen)
There is no shortage of someone to tell
To the bully what the young man said
And he armed himself to the teeth
To wait for the meeting that day
They looked for each other... they found each other
And their weapons shot fire
And with bullets in their bodies
They remained silent then
But the widowed mother arrived
And on horseback she took her son
And she still lives with her mother
Satisfied with the death he did