In a place in our great country, the cockroach was born, he had big mustaches and he also became a general, he carried two pistols and leather cheek pieces, he rode his horse in the revolution. The cockroach can't walk anymore because it doesn't have a cigarette to smoke. The cockroach the cockroach... In every town she visited many friends she left with her guitar and her gray zarape many songs she sang she carried two pistols and leather cheek pads she rode her horse in the revolution. The cockroach, the cockroach... The cockroach is leaving and they are taking it to be buried between four vultures and a sacristan mouse. The cockroach is gone... The cockroach the cockroach...