Everything has already been said, everything has been written
everyone already knows what else I talk to you about
a very fine, hard-working, and weak man
son of the plains and the cajoncito..
Even Pancho Villa punished people
inconvenient people, traitors, ordinary people
although I am not Villa, I am also brave
and when they look for me
I locate them, lift them up, torture them, execute them, and hot burial...
I was not cursed, the dogs did to me
I was a farmer and also a rancher
when they killed my son they don't know what they did
they wanted to see the devil, they got it
my dear son, you are just a memory
a sad accordion was left without its owner
but the culprits are already in the fire
I sent them without eyes , without legs, without arms in several pieces
to the same hell....
(yyy pure MS relative)
Latest news screamed the debate
the against, the guachos, bloody combat
we saw each other's faces but there was no combat
when I surrounded them they did not want to bump into each other...
Compadrito, brother, and very faithful friend
although now I soon miss them I will see
your people are waiting for you and your throne too
receive a greeting from those who appreciate you,
they take care of you, protect you, and are with you....
I was not damn the dogs did to me
I was a farmer and also a rancher
when they killed my son they don't know what they did
they wanted to see the devil because they got it
so dear son you are just a memory
a sad accordion was left without its owner
but the culprits are already in the fire
I sent them without eyes, without legs, without arms in several pieces
to hell itself. ...